Too Much Is A Vanity;

Death's A Fable. Did Not Heaven Inspire Your Equal Elements With Living Fire Blown From The Spring Of Life? Is Not That Breath Immortal? Come; Ye Are As Free From Death As He That Made Ye: Can The Flames Expire Which He Kindled?

Wouldst Thou Know The Lawfulness Of The Action Which Thou Desirest To Undertake, Let Thy Devotion Recommend It To Divine Blessing: If It Be Lawful, Thou Shalt Perceive Thy Heart Encouraged By Thy Prayer; If Unlawful, Thou Shalt Find Thy Prayer Discouraged By Thy Heart. That Action Is Not Warrantable Which Either Blushes To Beg A Blessing, Or, Having Succeeded, Dares Not Present A Thanksgiving.

Heaven Finds An Ear When Sinners Find A Tongue.

Demean Thyself More Warily In Thy Study Than In The Street. If Thy Public Actions Have A Hundred Witnesses, Thy Private Have A Thousand. The Multitude Looks But Upon Thy Actions; Thy Conscience Looks Into Them: The Multitude May Chance To Excuse Thee, If Not Acquit Thee; Thy Conscience Will Accuse Thee, If Not Condemn Thee.

He That Begins To Live, Begins To Die.