Pleasures Bring Effeminacy, And Effeminacy Foreruns Ruin;

The Fountain Of Beauty Is The Heart And Every Generous Thought Illustrates The Walls Of Your Chamber.

Physicians, Of All Men, Are Most Happy; Whatever Good Success Soever They Have, The World Proclaimeth; And What Faults They Commit, The Earth Covereth.

The Birds Of The Air Die To Sustain Thee; The Beasts Of The Field Die To Nourish Thee; The Fishes Of The Sea Die To Feed Thee. Our Stomachs Are Their Common Sepulchre. Good God! With How Many Deaths Are Our Poor Lives Patched Up! How Full Of Death Is The Life Of Momentary Man!

So Use Prosperity, That Adversity May Not Abuse Thee: If In The One, Security Admits No Fears, In The Other, Despair Will Afford No Hopes; He That In Prosperity Can Foretell A Danger Can In Adversity Foresee Deliverance.

Nothing Is More Pleasing To God Than An Open Hand, And A Closed Mouth.