Shall I Speak Truly What I Now

The Irresolute Man Flecks From One Egg To Another, So Hatches Nothing.

He That Always Waits Upon God Is Ready Whenever He Calls. Neglect Not To Set Your Accounts Even; He Is A Happy Man Who To Lives As That Death At All Times May Find Him At Leisure To Die.

Human Life Has Not A Surer Friend, Nor Oftentimes A Greater Enemy, Than Hope. It Is The Miserable Man's God, Which In The Hardest Gripe Of Calamity Never Fails To Yield To Him Beams Of Comfort. It Is The Presumptuous Man's Devil, Which Leads Him A While In A Smooth Way, And Then Suddenly Breaks His Neck.

God Has Made No One Absolute.

Reason And Right Give The Quickest Despatch.