The Care Of God For Us Is

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

The Brave Endure Their Labors, The Cowardly Are Worth The Cowards Nothing At All.

No One Is Happy All His Life Long.

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.