He That Hath No Cross Deserves No

Luxury Is An Enticing Pleasure, A Bastard Mirth, Which Hath Honey In Her Mouth, Gall In Her Heart, And A Sting In Her Tail.

It Is The Lot Of Man But Once To Die.

No Man Is Born Unto Himself Alone; Who Lives Unto Himself, He Lives To None.

If Thou Desire To See Thy Child Virtuous, Let Him Not See His Father's Vices: Thou Canst Not Rebuke That In Them, That They Behold Practised In Thee; Till Reason Be Ripe, Examples Direct More Than Precepts: Such As Thy Behaviour Is Before Thy Children's Faces, Such Commonly Is Theirs Behind Their Parents' Backs.

Tis Not, To Cry God Mercy, Or To Sit And Droop, Or To Confess That Thou Hast Fail'd: 'tis To Bewail The Sins Thou Didst Commit: And Not Commit Those Sins Thou Hast Bewail' D. He That Bewails And Not Forsakes Them Too; Confesses Rather What He Means To Do.