God's Pleasure Is At The End Of

Obedience To Truth Known, Is The King's Highway To That Which Is Still Beyond Us.

If Thou Be Rich, Strive To Command Thy Money, Lest It Command Thee.

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.

Necessity Of Action Takes Away The Fear Of The Act, And Makes Bold Resolution The Favorite Of Fortune.

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.