You were born an original. Don't die a copy.
You were born an original. Don't die a copy.
Our conscience is a fire within us, and our sins as the fuel; instead of warming, it will scorch us, unless the fuel be removed, or the heat of it allayed by penitential tears.
As it would be great folly to shoe horses, as Nero did, with gold, so it is to spend time in trifles.