Temper Your Enjoyments With Prudence,

I'll Ne'er Distrust My God For Cloth And Bread While Lilies Flourish And The Raven 's Fed.

The Slender Debt To Nature's Quickly Paid,discharged, Perchance, With Greater Ease Than Made.

Reason Can Discover Things Only Near,--sees Nothing That's Above Her.

Death's A Fable. Did Not Heaven Inspire Your Equal Elements With Living Fire Blown From The Spring Of Life? Is Not That Breath Immortal? Come; Ye Are As Free From Death As He That Made Ye: Can The Flames Expire Which He Kindled?

The Average Person's Ear Weighs What You Are, Not What You Were.