Religion brought forth Prosperity, and the daughter destroyed the mother.

A Good School deserves to be call'd, the very Salt of the Town, that hath it.

Ah, children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow.

That there is a Devil is a thing doubted by none but such as are under the influence of the Devil. For any to deny the being of a Devil must be from ignorance or profaneness worse than diabolical.

Ye monsters of the bubbling deep, Your Maker's praises spout; Up from the sands ye codlings peep, And wag your tails about.

You are young and have the world before you; stoop as you go through it, and you will miss many hard bumps.

History is the story of events, with praise or blame.