The purpose firm is equal to the deed
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.