Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

A Woman's Counsel Brought Us First To Woe, And Made Her Man His Paradise Forego, Where At Heart's Ease He Liv'd; And Might Have Been As Free From Sorrow As He Was From Sin.

God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.

A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But A Word And A Blow.