Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Come, My Celia, Let Us Prove, While We Can, The Sports Of Love, Time Will Not Be Ours For Ever, He, At Length, Our Good Will Sever; Spend Not Then His Gifts In Vain: Suns That Set May Rise Again; But If Once We Lose This Light, 'tis With Us Perpetual Night. Why Should We Defer Our Joys? Fame And Rumour Are But Toys.

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.

How Ready Is Heaven To Those That Pray!

... The Best Pilots Have Need Of Mariners, Besides Sails, Anchor And Other Tackle.