My Soul, The Seas Are Rough, And

Lust Is A Sharp Spur To Vice, Which Always Putteth The Affections Into A False Gallop.

The Voice Of Humility Is God's Music, And The Silence Of Humility Is God's Rhetoric.

My Soul, Sit Thou A Patient Looker-on; Judge Not The Play Before The Play Is Done: Her Plot Hath Many Changes; Every Day Speaks A New Scene; The Last Act Crowns The Play

God's Pleasure Is At The End Of Our Prayers.

Hath Fortune Dealt Thee Ill Cards? Let Wisdom Make Thee A Good Gamester. In A Fair Gale, Every Fool May Sail, But Wise Behavior In A Storm Commends The Wisdom Of A Pilot; To Bear Adversity With An Equal Mind Is Both The Sign And Glory Of A Brave Spirit.