Riches For The Most Part Are Hurtful

Custom Is Almost A Second Nature.

The Poor Go To War, To Fight And Die For The Delights, Riches, And Superfluities Of Others.

God Is The Brave Man's Hope, And Not The Coward's Excuse.

Lamentation Is The Only Musician That Always, Like A Screech-owl, Alights And Sits On The Roof Of Any Angry Man.

There Is Never The Body Of A Man, How Strong And Stout Soever, If It Be Troubled And Inflamed, But Will Take More Harm And Offense By Wine Being Poured Into It.