The March Sunne Raises But

He That Contemplates Hath A Day Without Night.

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.

The Death Of A Young Wolfe Doth Never Come Too Soon.

Wealth Is The Conjurer's Devil, Whom, When He Thinks He Hath, The Devil Hath Him.