That Soul That Can Be Honest Is

The Coward's Weapon, Poison.

Corruption Is A Tree, Whose Branches Are Of An Immeasurable Length: They Spread Ev'rywhere; And The Dew That Drops From Thence Hath Infected Some Chairs And Stools Of Authority.

He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Sober, Falls As The Leaves Do, And Dies In October; But He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Mellow, Lives As He Ought To Do, And Dies An Honest Fellow.

Speak Boldly And Speak Truly, Shame The Devil.

We Must Not Be Content To Be Cleansed From Sin; We Must Be Filled With The Spirit.