Pleasures Can Undo A Man At Any

He That Despairs Degrades The Deity, And Seems To Intimate That He Is Insufficient, Or Not Just To His Word; And In Vain Hath Read The Scriptures, The World, And Man.

When I But Hear Her Sing, I Fare Like One That Raised, Holds His Ear To Some Bright Star In The Supremest Round; Through Which, Besides The Light That's Seen There May Be Heard, From Heaven Within, The Rests Of Anthems, That The Angels Sound.

Virtue Is The Truest Liberty.

A Combed Writing Will Cost Both Sweat And The Rubbing Of The Brain. And Combed I Wish It, Not Frizzled Or Curled.

When Two Friends Part They Should Lock Up One Another's Secrets, And Interchange Their Keys.