Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The

A Beggar's Book Outworths A Noble's Blood.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More. Sure He That Made Us With Such Large Discourse, Looking Before And After, Gave Us Not That Capability And God-like Reason To Fust In Us Unused.

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!

All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives Of More Fancy.