Seest Thou Good Days? Prepare For Evil

Yet, Sluggard, Wake, And Gull Thy Soul No More With Earth's False Pleasures, And The World's Delight, Whose Fruit Is Fair And Pleasing To The Sight, But Sour In Taste, False As The Putrid Core: Thy Flaring Glass Is Gems At Her Half Light; She Makes Thee Seeming Rich, But Truly Poor: She Boasts A Kernel, And Bestows A Shell; Performs An Inch Of Her Fair-promis'd Ell: Her Words Protest A Heav'n; Her Works Produce A Hell.

Temper Your Enjoyments With Prudence, Lest There Be Written On Your Heart That Fearful Word 'satiety.'

Flatter Not Thyself In Thy Faith In God If Thou Hast Not Charity For Thy Neighbor.

Let All Thy Joys Be As The Month Of May,and All Thy Days Be As A Marriage Day.

The Height Of All Philosophy Is To Know Thyself; And The End Of This Knowledge Is To Know God.