The Flower Of Youth Never

Brown Bread And The Gospel Is Good Fare.

Man Takes A Great Deal Of Pains To Heap Up Riches, And They Are But Like Heaps Of Manure In The Furrows Of The Field, Good For Nothing Unless They Be Spread.

Earth Is Embittered To Us, That Heaven May Be Endeared.

None So Blind, So Deaf, As Those That Will Not Hear, That Will Not See.

Nothing Exposes Religion More To The Reproach Of Its Enemies Than The Worldliness And Half-heartedness Of The Professors Of It.