They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect

Let Those That Merely Talk And Never Think, That Live In The Wild Anarchy Of Drink

Language Most Shows A Man, Speak That I May See Thee.

Chance Will Not Do The Work. Chance Sends The Breeze; But If The Pilot Slumber At The Helm, The Very Wind That Wafts Us Tow'rds The Port May Dash Us On The Shoals. The Steersman's Part Is Vigilance, Or Blow It Rough Or Smooth.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

Prevent Your Day At Morning.