I Wish Thee As Much Pleasure In

Be Not Too Slow In The Breaking Of A Sinful Custom; A Quick, Courageous Resolution Is Better Than A Gradual Deliberation; In Such A Combat He Is The Bravest Soldier That Lays About Him Without Fear Or Wit. Wit Pleads, Fear Disheartens; He That Would Kill Hydra Had Better Strike Off One Neck Than Five Heads: Fell The Tree, And The Branches Are Soon Cut Off.

Let The Ground Of All Thy Religious Actions Be Obedience; Examine Not Why It Is Commanded, But Observe It Because It Is Commanded. True Obedience Neither Procrastinates Nor Questions.

Diogenes Found More Rest In His Tub Than Alexander On His Throne.

O Lust, Thou Infernal Fire, Whose Fuel Is Gluttony; Whose Flame Is Pride, Whose Sparkles Are Wanton Words; Whose Smoke Is Infamy; Whose Ashes Are Uncleanness; Whose End Is Hell.

The Goods We Spend We Keep; And What We Save We Lose; And Only What We Lose We Have.