The World's An Inn; And I Her

Reason Can Discover Things Only Near,--sees Nothing That's Above Her.

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.

God's Pleasure Is At The End Of Our Prayers.

The Light Of The Understanding, Humility Kindleth And Pride Covereth.

Before Thou Reprehend Another, Take Heed Thou Art Not Culpable In What Thou Goest About To Reprehend. He That Cleanses A Blot With Blotted Fingers Makes A Greater Blur.