Habits Are Soon Assumed; But When We

How! Leap Into The Pit Our Life To Save? To Save Our Life Leap All Into The Grave.

Most Satirists Are Indeed A Public Scourge; Their Mildest Physic Is A Farrier's Purge; Their Acrid Temper Turns, As Soon As Stirr'd, The Milk Of Their Good Purpose All To Curd. Their Zeal Begotten, As Their Works Rehearse, By Lean Despair Upon An Empty Purse.

Alas! If My Best Friend, Who Laid Down His Life For Me, Were To Remember All The Instances In Which I Have Neglected Him, And To Plead Them Against Me In Judgment, Where Should I Hide My Guilty Head In The Day Of Recompense? I Will Pray, Therefore, For Blessings On My Friends, Even Though They Cease To Be So, And Upon My Enemies, Though They Continue Such.

No, Freedom Has A Thousand Charms To Show That Slaves, Howe'er Contented, Never Know.

Satan Trembles When He Sees The Weakest Saint Upon Their Knees.