What Fools Are We, To

He That Taketh His Own Cares Upon Himself Loads Himself In Vain With An Uneasy Burden. I Will Cast All My Cares On God; He Hath Bidden Me; They Cannot Burden Him.

The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion.

Heaven Hath Many Tongues To Talk Of It, More Eyes To Behold It, But Few Hearts That Rightly Affect It.

Good Prayers Never Come Creeping Home. I Am Sure I Shall Receive Either What I Ask, Or What I Should Ask.

And, If I Were So Low That I Accounted Myself The Worst Of All, Yet Some Would Account Themselves In Worse Case.