The following precepts answer this weighty question, and all are rich in wisdom and guidance:--"No one is mighty but he that conquers himself"; "As we sow the habit so we reap the character"; "Let others' shipwrecks be your beacons"; "Careless watch invites vigilant foe"; "Every day is a leaf in our history"; "We live in the body, not as the servant but as the master"; "One vice is more expensive than many virtues"; "Consider not pleasures as they come, but as they go"; "Wade not where you see no bottom"; "The path of virtue is the path of peace"; "Clean glove may hide soiled hand"; "Satan promises the best and pays the worst"; "Those that would be kept from harm must keep out of harm's way"; "One bad example spoils many good precepts"; "The day has eyes, the night has ears"; "He who makes light of small faults will fall into great ones"; "He that cometh into needless danger dies the Devil's martyr." Each of these will amply repay quiet pondering over. We give two verses of a very striking poem from a manuscript of the fifteenth century. It is entitled, "Man his own Woe," and is fifteen verses long: "I made covienaunte trewe to be When I fiyrste crystened was, I wente to the worlde, and turned fro Thee, And folowede the fend and his trace. Fro wrathe and enuye wolde I not passe, With covetyse I was bawte also, My flesh hadde his wyll, alas, I wyte myselfe myne owene woo. "Ryche manne a thefe ys another, That of covetyse woll not slake, What he with wronge begyle his brother, In blysse ful sone shall he forsake. Byfore God for thefte hit ys take, All that wyth wronge he wynneth so; But he the radure amends make He shall wyte hymeself hys owen wo." We have seen that rhymes are commonly used as a means of impressing proverbs on the memory. The four couplets--one from Gower's "Confessio Amantis"; one from Burns, from his "Tam O'Shanter"; one from "An Honest Man's Fortune," written by John Fletcher three hundred years ago; and the fourth from "The Lady's Dream" of Hood--that we now quote are equally worth remembrance: "Lo now, my son, what it is, A man to caste his eyes amis." "Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed." "Our acts are angels, for good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still." "Evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart."