Of All Wild Beasts Preserve Me From

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

Poor Worms, They Hiss At Me, Whilst I At Home Can Be Contented To Applaud Myself, . . . With Joy To See How Plump My Bags Are And My Barns.

Who Falls For Love Of God, Shall Rise A Star.

Fortune, That Favors Fools.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.