No Shoots, Says Friday, No Yet, Me

For Sudden Joys, Like Griefs, Confound At First.

It Happen'd One Day About Noon Going Towards My Boat, I Was Exceedingly Surpriz'd With The Print Of A Man's Naked Foot On The Shore.

No Shoots, Says Friday, No Yet, Me Shoot Now, Me No Kill; Me Stay, Give You One More Laugh.

All The Good Things Of The World Are No Further Good To Us Than As They Are Of Use; And Of All We May Heap Up We Enjoy Only As Much As We Can Use, And No More.

I Saw The Cloud, Though I Did Not Foresee The Storm.