War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

The Province Of The Soul Is Large Enough To Fill Up Every Cranny Of Your Time, And Leave You Much To Answer For If One Wretch Be Damned By Your Neglect.

Possess Your Soul With Patience.

Youth Should Watch Joys And Shoot Them As They Fly.