Unless Virtue Guide Us Our

Love Labor: For If Thou Dost Not Want It For Food, Thou Mayest For Physic. It Is Wholesome For Thy Body And Good For Thy Mind.

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.

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

Anything Less Than Full Justice Is Cruelty.

He Who Gives To The Poor, Lends To The Lord. But It May Be Said, Not Improperly, The Lord Lends To Us To Give To The Poor.