The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.

Who Finds Not Providence All Good And Wise, Alike In What It Gives, And What Denies.

No One Should Be Ashamed To Admit They Are Wrong, Which Is But Saying, In Other Words, That They Are Wiser Today Than They Were Yesterday.

Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate.

Praise Is Like Ambergrease: A Little Whiff Of It, And By Snatches, Is Very Agreeable; But When A Man Holds A Whole Lump Of It To Your Nose, It Is A Stink, And Strikes You Down.