Beauty Is Nature's Coin, Must Not Be

And Yet On The Other Hand Unless Warinesse Be Us'd, As Good Almost Kill A Man As Kill A Good Book; Who Kills A Man Kills A Reasonable Creature, Gods Image, But Hee Who Destroyes A Good Booke, Kills Reason It Selfe, Kills The Image Of God, As It Were In The Eye.

God Doth Not Need Either Man's Work Or His Own Gifts. Who Best Bear His Mild Yoke, They Serve Him Best. His State Is Kingly: Thousands At His Bidding Speed, And Post O'er Land And Ocean Without Rest; They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.

Beauty Is God's Handwriting-a Wayside Sacrament.

And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry Train.

Therefore, If At Great Things Thou Wouldst Arrive, Get Riches First, Get Wealth.