Virtues Go Ever In Troops; They Go

...covetousness, Looking More At What We Would Have Than At What We Have.

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

Those Who Give Not Till They Die Show That They Would Not Then If They Could Keep It Any Longer.

What I Have Done Is Worthy Of Nothing But Silence And Forgetfulness, But What God Has Done For Me Is Worthy Of Everlasting And Thankful Memory.

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