Too Much Is A Vanity; Enough Is

Wickedness Is Its Own Punishment.

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?

If Thou Desire Not To Be Poor, Desire Not To Be Too Rich. He Is Rich, Not That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Poor, Not That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much. The Contented Mind Wants Nothing Which It Hath Not; The Covetous Mind Wants, Not Only What It Hath Not, But Likewise What It Hath.

So Use Prosperity, That Adversity May Not Abuse Thee: If In The One, Security Admits No Fears, In The Other, Despair Will Afford No Hopes; He That In Prosperity Can Foretell A Danger Can In Adversity Foresee Deliverance.

The Place Of Charity, Like That Of God, Is Everywhere.