Death Aims With Fouler Spiteat Fairer Marks.

As There Is No Worldly Gain Without Some Loss, So There Is No Worldly Loss Without Some Gain; If Thou Hast Lost Thy Wealth, Thou Hast Lost Some Trouble With It; If Thou Art Degraded From Thy Honor, Thou Art Likewise Freed From The Stroke Of Envy; If Sickness Hath Blurred Thy Beauty, It Hath Delivered Thee From Pride. Set The Allowance Against The Loss, And Thou Shalt Find No Loss Great; He Loses Little Or Nothing, That Reserves Himself.

Flatter Not Thyself In Thy Faith To God, If Thou Wantest Charity For Thy Neighbor; And Think Not Thou Halt Charity For Thy Neighbor, If Thou Wantest Faith To God; Where They Are Not Both Together, They Are Both Wanting; They Are Both Dead, If Once Divided.

Read Not Books Alone, But Men, And Amongst Them Chiefly Thyself. If Thou Find Anything Questionable There, Use The Commentary Of A Severe Friend, Rather Than The Gloss Of A Sweet-lipped Flatterer There Is More Profit In A Distasteful Truth Than In Deceitful Sweetness.

If Thy Desire To Raise Thy Fortunes Encourage Thy Delights To The Casts Of Fortune, Be Wise Betimes, Lest Thou Repent Too Late; What Thou Gettest, Thou Gainest By Abused Providence; What Thou Losest, Thou Losest By Abused Patience; What Thou Winnest Is Prodigally Spent; What Thou Losest Is Prodigally Lost; It Is An Evil Trade That Prodigally Drives; And A Bad Voyage Where The Pilot Is Blind.

Mark, How The Ready Hands Of Death Prepare: His Bow Is Bent, And He Hath Notch'd His Dart; He Aims, He Levels At Thy Slumb'ring Heart: The Wound Is Posting, O Be Wise, Beware.