Try First Thyself, And After Call In

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

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

The Care Of God For Us Is A Great Thing, If A Man Believe It At Heart: It Plucks The Burden Of Sorrow From Him.

Sufficiency's Enough For Men Of Sense.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.