Afflictions Clarify The Soul.

Wouldst Thou Multiply Thy Riches? Diminish Them Wisely; Or Wouldst Thou Make Thy Estate Entire? Divide It Charitably. Seeds That Are Scattered Increase; But, Hoarded Up, They Perish.

Put Off Thy Cares With Thy Clothes; So Shall Thy Rest Strengthen Thy Labour, And So Shall Thy Labour Sweeten Thy Rest.

He That Hath Promised Pardon On Our Repentance Hat Not Promised Life Till We Repent.

If Opinion Hath Lighted The Lamp Of Thy Name, Endeavor To Encourage It With Thy Own Oil, Lest It Go Out And Stink; The Chronical Disease Of Popularity Is Shame; If Thou Be Once Up, Beware; From Fame To Infamy Is A Beaten Road.

Take Heed Thou Trust Not The Deceitful Lap Of Wanton Dalilah; The World's A Trap.