Heaven Finds An Ear When Sinners Find

Shine Son Of Glory, And My Sinnes Are Gonelike Twinkling Starres Before The Rising Sunne.

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?

Hath Fortune Dealt Thee Ill Cards? Let Wisdom Make Thee A Good Gamester. In A Fair Gale, Every Fool May Sail, But Wise Behavior In A Storm Commends The Wisdom Of A Pilot; To Bear Adversity With An Equal Mind Is Both The Sign And Glory Of A Brave Spirit.

I Wish Thee As Much Pleasure In The Reading, As I Had In The Writing.

Heaven Is Never Deaf But When Man's Heart Is Dumb.