And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My

Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie, Which We Ascribe To Heaven.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

Is Not Birth, Beauty, Good Shape, Discourse, Manhood, Learning, Gentleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, And Such Like, The Spice And Salt That Season A Man