If thou desirest ease in this life, keep thy secrets undisclosed, like the modest rosebud. Take warning from that lovely flower, which, by expanding its hitherto hidden beauties when in full bloom, gives its leaves and its happiness to the winds.

The angel grows up in divine knowledge, the brute, in savage ignorance, and the son of man stands hesitating between the two.

Both white and black acknowledge women?s sway, So much the better and the wiser too, Deeming it most convenient to obey, Or possibly they might their folly rue.*

Alas, for him who is gone and hath done no good work! The trumpet of march has sounded, and his load was not bound on.

Do little things now; so shall big things come to thee by and by asking to be done.