For Whom He Means To Make An

I Account This Body Nothing But A Close Prison To My Soul; And The Earth A Larger Prison To My Body. I May Not Break Prison Till I Be Loosed By Death; But I Will Leave It, Not Unwillingly,when I Am Loosed.

Not Only Commission Makes A Sin. A Man Is Guilty Of All Those Sins He Hateth Not. If I Cannot Avoid All, Yet I Will Hate All.

For Whom He Means To Make An Often Guest, One Dish Shall Serve; And Welcome Make The Rest.

The Malcontent Is Neither Well, Full Nor Fasting; And Though He Abounds With Complaints, Yet Nothing Dislikes Him But The Present; For What He Condemns While It Was, Once Passed, He Magnifies And Strives To Recall It Out Of The Jaw Of Time. What He Hath He Seeth Not, His Eyes Are So Taken Up With What He Wants; And What He Sees He Careth Not For, Because Be Cares So Much For That Which Is Not.

Nothing Fools People As Much As Extreme Passion.