There Would Not Be So Many Open

Recreation Is Intended To The Mind As Whetting Is To The Scythe, To Sharpen The Edge Of It, Which Otherwise Would Grow Dull And Blunt,--as Good No Scythe As No Edge.

The Proud Man Hath No God; The Envious Man Hath No Neighbor; The Angry Man Hath Not Himself.

The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion, On Which He Taketh His Free Ease: Who, As He Is Uncapable Of Any Good, So He Is Fitly Disposed For All Evil Motions.

Seldom Was Any Knowledge Given To Keep, But To Impart; The Grace Of This Rich Jewel Is Lost In Concealment.

God Loveth Adverbs; And Cares Not How Good, But How Well.