Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But

Truth Is Never To Be Expected From Authors Whose Understanding Is Warped With Enthusiasm.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections. For Love Which Hath Ends, Will Have An End; Whereas That Which Is Founded On True Virtue, Will Always Continue.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

All Authors To Their Own Defects Are Blind.