If Thou Neglectest Thy Love To Thy

The Heart Is A Small Thing, But Desireth Great Matters. It Is Not Sufficient For A Kite's Dinner, Yet The Whole World Is Not Sufficient For It.

Too Much Is A Vanity; Enough Is A Feast.

The Slender Debt To Nature's Quickly Paid,discharged, Perchance, With Greater Ease Than Made.

When Two Agree In Their Desire, One Sparke Will Set Them Both On Fire.

The Birds Of The Air Die To Sustain Thee; The Beasts Of The Field Die To Nourish Thee; The Fishes Of The Sea Die To Feed Thee. Our Stomachs Are Their Common Sepulchre. Good God! With How Many Deaths Are Our Poor Lives Patched Up! How Full Of Death Is The Life Of Momentary Man!