Fools, When Their Roof-tree Falls, Think It

You've Gut To Git Up Airly Ef You Want To Take In God.

God's Livery Is A Very Plain One; But Its Wearers Have Good Reason To Be Content. If It Have Not So Much Gold-lace About It As Satan's, It Keeps Out Foul Weather Better, And Is Besides A Great Deal Cheaper.

The Wisest Man Could Ask No More Of Fate Than To Be Simple, Modest, Manly, True, Safe From The Many, Honored By The Few; Nothing To Court In Church, Or World, Or State, But Inwardly In Secret To Be Great.

No Price Is Set On The Lavish Summer; June May Be Had By The Poorest Comer.

Large Charity Doth Never Soil, But Only Whitens Soft White Hands.