He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good Will.

Omission To Do What Is Necessary Seals A Commission To A Blank Of Danger; And Danger, Like An Ague, Subtly Taints Even Then When We Sit Idly In The Sun.

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.