An Idle Man's Brain Is

The Life Blood Streaming Thro' My Heart, Or My More Dear Immortal Part, Is Not More Fondly Dear.

Sleep Is Sweet To The Labouring Man.

Pray And Read, Read And Pray; For A Little From God Is Better Than A Great Deal From Men.

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

The Best Prayer I Ever Prayed Had Enough Sin To Damn The Whole World.