Charity And Treating Begin At Home.

Death Hath So Many Doors To Let Out Life.

Man Is His Own Star, And The Soul That Can Render An Honest And A Perfect Man, Commands All Light.

A Woman Friend! He That Believes That Weakness, Steers In A Stormy Night Without A Compass.

'tis Virtue, And Not Birth That Makes Us Noble: Great Actions Speak Great Minds, And Such Should Govern.

Weep No More, Nor Sigh, Nor Groan, Sorrow Calls No Time That 's Gone; Violets Plucked, The Sweetest Rain Makes Not Fresh Nor Grow Again.