God Bears With The Wicked, But Not

To Think That The Affairs Of This Life Always Remain In The Same State Is A Vain Presumption; Indeed They All Seem To Be Perpetually Changing And Moving In A Circular Course. Spring Is Followed By Summer, Summer By Autumn, And Autumn By Winter, Which Is Again Followed By Spring, And So Time Continues Its Everlasting Round. But The Life Of Man Is Ever Racing To Its End, Swifter Than Time Itself, Without Hope Of Renewal, Unless In The Next That Is Limitless And Infinite.

We Must Not Stand Upon Trifles.

Modesty, Tis A Virtue Not Often Found Among Poets, For Almost Every One Of Them Thinks Himself The Greatest In The World.

For Men May Prove And Use Their Friends, As The Poet Expresses It, Usque Ad Aras, Meaning That A Friend Should Not Be Required To Act Contrary To The Law Of God.

When The Severity Of The Law Is To Be Softened, Let Pity, Not Bribes, Be The Motive.