The Grave Is Sooner Cloy'd Than Men's

Of All The Difficulties In A State, The Temper Of A True Government Most Felicifies And Perpetuates It; Too Sudden Alterations Distemper It. Had Nero Tuned His Kingdom As He Did His Harp, His Harmony Had Been More Honorable, And His Reign More Prosperous.

Sin, When It Is Finished, Bringeth Forth Death.

God Hath Given To Mankind A Common Library, His Creatures; To Every Man A Proper Book, Himself Being An Abridgment Of All Others. If Thou Read With Understanding, It Will Make Thee A Great Master Of Philosophy, And A True Servant Of The Divine Author: If Thou But Barely Read, It Will Make Thee Thine Own Wise Man And The Author's Fool.

The Average Person's Ear Weighs What You Are, Not What You Were.

Sin Is A Basilisk Whose Eyes Are Full Of Venom. If The Eye Of Thy Soul See Her First, It Reflects Her Own Poison And Kills Her; If She See Thy Soul, Unseen, Or Seen Too Late, With Her Poison, She Kills Thee: Since Therefore Thou Canst Not Escape Thy Sin, Let Not Thy Sin Escape Thy Observation.