Charity Is A Naked Child, Giving Honey

And What's A Life? - A Weary Pilgrimage, Whose Glory In One Day Doth Fill The Stage With Childhood, Manhood, And Decrepit Age.

The Next Way Home's The Farthest Way About.

Make Thy Recreation Servant To Thy Business, Lest Thou Become A Slave To Thy Recreation.

Temper Your Enjoyments With Prudence, Lest There Be Written On Your Heart That Fearful Word 'satiety.'

Thy Pride Is But The Prologue Of Thy Shame; Where Vain-glory Commands, There Folly Counsels; Where Pride Rides, There Shame Lackeys.