Provision Is The Foundation Of Hospitality, And

Sin Is The Mother, And Shame The Daughter Of Lewdness.

But Words Came Halting Forth, Wanting Invention's Stay; Invention, Nature's Child, Fled Stepdame Study's Blows; And Others' Feet Still Seemed But Strangers In My Way. Thus, Great With Child To Speak, And Helpless In My Throes, Biting My Truant Pen, Beating Myself For Spite: "fool," Said My Muse To Me, "look In Thy Heart, And Write.

Open Suspecting Of Others Comes Of Secretly Condemning Ourselves.

In The Performance Of A Good Action, We Not Only Benefit Ourselves, But We Confer A Blessing Upon Others.

The Journey Of High Honor Lies Not In Smooth Ways.