...covetousness, Looking More At What We Would

Heaven Hath Many Tongues To Talk Of It, More Eyes To Behold It, But Few Hearts That Rightly Affect It.

As You See In A Pair Of Bellows, There Is A Forced Breath Without Life, So In Those That Are Puffed Up With The Wind Of Ostentation, There May Be Charitable Words Without Works.

There Is Many A Rich Stone Laid Up In The Bowels Of The Earth, Many A Fair Pearl Laid Up In The Bosom Of The Sea, That Never Was Seen, Nor Never Shall Be.

Sorrows, Because They Are Lingering Guests, I Will Entertain But Moderately, Knowing That The More They Are Made Of The Longer They Will Continue: And For Pleasures, Because They Stay Not, And Do But Call To Drink At My Door, I Will Use Them As Passengers With Slight Respect. He Is His Own Best Friend That Makes The Least Of Both Of Them.

Seldom Was Any Knowledge Given To Keep, But To Impart; The Grace Of This Rich Jewel Is Lost In Concealment.