For Love Is Heaven And

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

Come He Slow Or Come He Fast It Is But Death That Comes At Last

I Will Suppose That You Have No Friends To Share Or Rejoice In Your Success In Life — That You Cannot Look Back To Those To Whom You Owe Gratitude, Or Forward To Those To Whom You Ought To Afford Protection; But It Is No Less Incumbent On You To Move Steadily In The Path Of Duty — For Your Active Exertions Are Due Not Only To Society, But In Humble Titude To The Being Who Made You A Member Of It, With Powers To Serve Yourself And Others.

He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence, But No Share Of Man's Falsehood.

Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With Less Of Earth In Them Than Heaven.