Man On The Dubious Waves

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.

The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste, But Sweet Will Be The Flower.

He That Negotiates Between God And Man, As God's Ambassador, The Grand Concerns Of Judgment And Of Mercy, Should Beware Of Lightness In His Speech.

[my Kitten's] Gambols Are Not To Be Described, And Would Be Incredible, If They Could.

True Modesty Is A Discerning Grace And Only Blushes In The Proper Place; But Counterfeit Is Blind, And Skulks Through Fear, Where 'tis A Shame To Be Asham'd T' Appear: Humility The Parent Of The First, The Last By Vanity Produc'd And Nurs'd.