To Be Content With Death May Be

If Riches Increase, Let Thy Mind Hold Pace With Them; And Think It Not Enough To Be Liberal, But Munificent.

Content May Dwell In All Stations. To Be Low But Above Contempt May Be High Enough To Be Happy.

Grave-stones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years. Generations Pass While Families Last Not Three Oaks.

I Could Never Divide Myself From Any Man Upon The Difference Of An Opinion, Or Be Angry With His Judgment For Not Agreeing With Me In That From Which Perhaps Within A Few Days I Should Dissent Myself.

Charity But How Shall We Expect Charity Towards Others, When We Are Uncharitable To Ourselves? Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World; Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.