It Is Not The Bee's Touching On

Nothing Fools People As Much As Extreme Passion.

Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

For Whom He Means To Make An Often Guest, One Dish Shall Serve; And Welcome Make The Rest.

How Easy It Is For Men To Be Swollen With Admiration Of Their Own Strength And Glory, And To Be Lifted Up So High As To Lose Sight Both Of The Ground Whence They Rose, And The Hand That Advanced Them.

Death Did Not First Strike Adam, The First Sinful Man, Nor Cain, The First Hypocrite, But Abel, The Innocent And Righteous. The First Soul That Met With Death, Overcame Death; The First Soul That Parted From Earth Went To Heaven. Death Argues Not Displeasure, Because He Whom God Loved Best Dies First, And The Murderer Is Punished With Living.