Gold Is The Fool's Curtain,

Where There Is Plenty, Charity Is A Duty, Not A Courtesy

How Many Would Die Did Not Hope Sustain Them.

Of All Trees, I Observe God Hath Chosen The Vine, A Low Plant That Creeps Upon The Helpful Wall; Of All Beasts, The Soft And Patient Lamb; Of All Fowls, The Mild And Guileless Dove. Christ Is The Rose Of The Field, And The Lily Of The Valley. When God Appeared To Moses, It Was Not In The Lofty Cedar Nor The Sturdy Oak Nor The Spreading Palm; But In A Bush, A Humble, Slender, Abject Shrub; As If He Would, By These Elections, Check The Conceited Arrogance Of Man.

Gold Is The Fool's Curtain, Which Hides All His Defects From The World.

Works Without Faith Are Like A Fish Without Water, It Wants The Element It Should Live In. A Building Without A Basis Cannot Stand; Faith Is The Foundation, And Every Good Action Is As A Stone Laid.