Poem December 1, 1898 Issue

Alphabet Of Proverbs

The Central City Democrat

A grain of prudence far outweighs a pound of cunning craft.
Boasters, sometimes liars called, have bragged till angels laughed.
Denying faults will double them, without a gain of pelf.
Envy shoots at others, but she only wounds herself.
Foolish fear a danger dreads when there's none in sight.
God in our poor, feeble hands puts His temple's light.
He has hard work who has naught in his hands to do.
It costs more to right one wrong than to suffer two.
Knavery is a poor trade for a youth to learn.
Learning journeys with a man wherever he may turn.
Modesty will guard a soul better than a sword.
Ne'er forget to listen well to your heart's first word.
One swift hour caught to-day is worth two to-morrow.
Proud looks, sometimes, are a mask worn to cover sorrow.
Quiet conscience is the saint that giveth quiet sleep.
Richest he who from poor fields crops of good can reap.
Small faults left long enough grow up to giant foes.
The bough that bears the weight of fruit, lowest bends and grows.
Upright walking is most sure on the way of sin.
Virtue is to Happiness very closest kin.
Wise men make their chances; for they are seldom found.
You will never hurt the world spreading kindness 'round.
Zeal that is misdirected will crumble to the ground.