He That Begins To Live, Begins To

Hath Any Wounded Thee With Injuries? Meet Them With Patience. Hasty Words Rankle The Wound; Soft Language Dresses It.

Poor Thieves In Halters We Behold; And Great Thieves In Their Chains Of Gold.

And What's A Life? - A Weary Pilgrimage, Whose Glory In One Day Doth Fill The Stage With Childhood, Manhood, And Decrepit Age.

In Giving Of Thy Alms, Inquire Not So Much Into The Person, As His Necessity. God Looks Not So Much Upon The Merits Of Him That Requires, As Into The Manner Of Him That Relieves; If The Man Deserve Not, Thou Hast Given It To Humanity.

Let All Thy Joys Be As The Month Of May,and All Thy Days Be As A Marriage Day.