Nothing Is More Pleasing To God Than

Some Only Break Their Fast, And So Away: Others Stay To Dinner, And Depart Full Fed: The Deepest Age But Sups, And Goes To Bed: He's Most In Debt That Lingers Out The Day: Who Dies Betime, Has Less, And Less To Pay.

No Man's Condition Is So Base As His; None More Accurs'd Than He; For Man Esteems Him Hateful, 'cause He Seems Not What He Is; God Hates Him, 'cause He Is Not What He Seems; What Grief Is Absent, Or What Mischief Can Be Added To The Hate Of God And Man?

Be As Far From Desiring The Popular Love As Fearful To Deserve The Popular Hate; Ruin Dwells In Both: The One Will Hug Thee To Death; The Other Will Crush Thee To Destruction: To Escape The First, Be Not Ambitious; To Avoid The Second, Be Not Seditious.

False World, Thou Ly'st: Thou Canst Not Lend The Least Delight: Thy Favours Cannot Gain A Friend, They Are So Slight.

Though Virtue Give A Ragged Livery, She Gives A Golden Cognizance; If Her Service Make Thee Poor, Blush Not. Thy Poverty May Disadvantage Thee, But Not Dishonor Thee.