But If You'll Prosper, Mark

Whate'er The Talents, Or Howe'er Designed, We Hang One Jingling Padlock On The Mind.

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

Praise From A Friend, Or Censure From A Foe, Are Lost On Hearers That Our Merits Know.

With The Mistake Your Life Goes In Reverse. Now You Can See Exactly What You Did Wrong Yesterday And Wrong The Day Before And Each Mistake Leads Back To Something Worse.