Things Temporal Are Sweeter In The Expectation,

It Is The Lot Of Man But Once To Die.

Proportion Thy Charity To The Strength Of Thine Estate, Lest God Proportion Thine Estate To The Weakness Of Thy Charity. Let The Lips Of The Poor Be The Trumpet Of Thy Gift, Lest In Seeking Applause, Thou Lose Thy Reward. Nothing Is More Pleasing To God Than An Open Hand And A Closed Mouth.

Beware Of Him That Is Slow To Anger; For When It Is Long Coming, It Is The Stronger When It Comes, And The Longer Kept. Abused Patience Turns To Fury.

Borrow Neither Money Nor Time From Your Neighbor; Both Are Of Equal Value.

Is Not This Lily Pure? What Fuller Can Procure A White So Perfect, Spotless Clear As In This Flower Doth Appear?