Take A Straw And Throw It Up

While You Are Upon Earth, Enjoy The Good Things That Are Here (to That End Were They Given), And Be Not Melancholy, And Wish Yourself In Heaven.

Money Makes A Man Laugh.

All Things Are God's Already; We Can Give Him No Right, By Consecrating Any, That He Had Not Before, Only We Set It Apart To His Service - Just As A Gardener Brings His Master A Basket Of Apricots, And Presents Them; His Lord Thanks Him, And Perhaps Gives Him Something For His Pains, And Yet The Apricots Were As Much His Lord's Before As Now.

The Parish Makes The Constable, And When The Constable Is Made, He Governs The Parish.

Twas An Unhappy Division That Has Been Made Between Faith And Works; Though In My Intellect I May Divide Them, Just As In The Candle I Know There Is Both Light And Heat. But Yet, Put Out The Candle, And They Are Both Gone.