Heaven Hath Many Tongues To

That Which The French Proverb Hath Of Sickness Is True Of All Evils, That They Come On Horseback, And Go Away On Foot; We Have Often Seen A Sudden Fall Or One Meal's Surfeit Hath Stuck By Many To Their Graves; Whereas Pleasures Come Like Oxen, Slow, And Heavily, And Go Away Like Post-horses, Upon The Spur.

There Is Many A Rich Stone Laid Up In The Bowels Of The Earth, Many A Fair Pearl Laid Up In The Bosom Of The Sea, That Never Was Seen, Nor Never Shall Be.

It Is A Shame For The Tongue To Cast Itself Upon The Uncertain Pardon Of Other's Ears

He That Taketh His Own Cares Upon Himself Loads Himself In Vain With An Uneasy Burden. I Will Cast All My Cares On God; He Hath Bidden Me; They Cannot Burden Him.

Tranquillity Consisteth In A Steadiness Of The Mind; And How Can That Vessel That Is Beaten Upon By Contrary Waves And Winds, And Tottereth To Either Part, Be Said To Keep A Steady Course? Resolution Is The Only Mother Of Security.