In Their Religion They Are So Uneven,

She Is Always Married Too Soon, Who Gets A Bad Husband, And She Is Never Married Too Late, Who Gets A Good One.

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.

It Is Never Too Late To Be Wise.

In Trouble To Be Troubled, Is To Have Your Trouble Doubled.

Vice Came In Always At The Door Of Necessity, Not At The Door Of Inclination.