The Truest End Of Life

My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before I Will Budge A Jot; For I Owe My Conscience To No Mortal Man.

Never Marry But For Love; But See That Thou Lov'st What Is Lovely.

Neither Great Nor Good Things Were Ever Attained Without Loss And Hardships. Those That Would Reap And Not Labour, Must Faint With The Wind, And Perish In Disappointments; But An Hair Of My Head Shall Not Fall, Without The Providence Of My Father That Is Over All.

If Thy Debtor Be Honest And Capable, Thou Hast Thy Money Again, If Not With Increase, With Praise; If He Prove Insolvent, Don't Ruin Him To Get That Which It Will Not Ruin Thee To Lose, For Thou Art But A Steward.

Haste Makes Work Which Caution Prevents.