Diogenes Found More Rest In His Tub

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?

Too Much Is A Vanity; Enough Is A Feast.

With A Bloody Flux Of Oaths Vows Deep Revenge.

Sin, When It Is Finished, Bringeth Forth Death.

Every Man's Vanity Ought To Be His Greatest Shame; And Every Man's Folly Ought To Be His Greatest Secret.