In Trouble To Be Troubled, Is To

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.

We Are Very Fond Of Some Families Because They Can Be Traced Beyond The Conquest, Whereas Indeed The Farther Back, The Worse, As Being The Nearer Allied To A Race Of Robbers And Thieves.

It Put Me Upon Reflecting How Little Repining There Would Be Among Mankind At Any Condition Of Life, If People Would Rather Compare Their Condition With Those That Were Worse, In Order To Be Thankful, Than Be Always Comparing Them With Those Which Are Better, To Assist Their Murmurings And Complaining.

I Learned To Look More Upon The Bright Side Of My Condition, And Less Upon The Dark Side, And To Consider What I Enjoyed, Rather Than What I Wanted : And This Gave Me Sometimes Such Secret Comforts, That I Cannot Express Them ; And Which I Take Notice Of Here, To Put Those Discontented People In Mind Of It, Who Cannot Enjoy Comfortably What God Has Given Them, Because They See And Covet Something That He Has Not Given Them. All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Me To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.

[the Devil's] Laws Are Easy, And His Gentle Sway, Makes It Exceeding Pleasant To Obey .