That When We Live No More, We

It Is Reported Of The Peacock That Priding Himself In His Gay Feathers He Ruffles Them Up; But Spying His Black Feet He Soon Lets Fall His Plumes. So He That Glories In His Gifts And Adornings Should Look Upon His Corruptions, And That Will Damp His High Thoughts.

Sweet Words Are Like Honey, A Little May Refresh, But Too Much Gluts The Stomach.

Youth Is The Time Of Getting, Middle Age Of Improving, And Old Age Of Spending; A Negligent Youth Is Usually Attended By An Ignorant Middle Age, And Both By An Empty Old Age.

When I Behold The Heavens As In Their Prime, And Then The Earth (though Old) Still Clad In Green, The Stones And Trees, Insensible Of Time, Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen

Wickedness Comes To Its Height By Degrees. He That Dares Say Of A Less Sin, Is It Not A Little One? Will Ere Long Say Of A Greater, Tush, God Regards It Not!