As Covetousness Is The Root Of All

I Could Not Forbear Getting Up To The Top Of A Little Mountain, And Looking Out To Sea, In Hopes Of Seeing A Ship : Then Fancy That, At A Vast Distance, I Spied A Sail, Please Myself With The Hopes Of It, And, After Looking Steadily, Till I Was Almost Blind, Lose It Quite, And Sit Down And Weep Like A Child, And Thus Increase My Misery By My Folly.

Pride, The First Peer And President Of Hell.

Redemption From Sin Is Greater Then Redemption From Affliction.

Wit, Like The Belly, If It Be Not Fed, Will Starve The Members, And Distract The Head.

How Strange A Checker-work Of Providence Is The Life Of Man!