What Treasures Here Do Mammon's

O Who Would Trust This World, Or Prize What's In It, That Gives And Takes, And Chops And Changes, Ev'ry Minute?

Knowledge Descries; Wisdom Applies.

Anger May Repast With Thee For An Hour, But Not Repose For A Night; The Continuance Of Anger Is Hatred, The Continuance Of Hatred Turns Malice.

He That Discovers Himself, Till He Hath Made Himself Master Of His Desires, Lays Himself Open To His Own Ruin, And Makes Himself Prisoner To His Own Tongue.

Proportion Thy Charity To The Strength Of Thine Estate, Lest God Proportion Thine Estate To The Weakness Of Thy Charity. Let The Lips Of The Poor Be The Trumpet Of Thy Gift, Lest In Seeking Applause, Thou Lose Thy Reward. Nothing Is More Pleasing To God Than An Open Hand And A Closed Mouth.