[t]hou Canst Not Think Worse Of Me

If You Like Not My Writing, Go Read Something Else.

They [i.e. Ambitious Men] May Not Cease, But As A Dog In A Wheel, A Bird In A Cage, Or A Squirrel In A Chain, So Budaeus Compares Them; They Climb And Climb Still, With Much Labour, But Never Make An End, Never At The Top.

Worldly Wealth Is The Devil's Bait; And Those Whose Minds Feed Upon Riches Recede, In General, From Real Happiness, In Proportion As Their Stores Increase, As The Moon, When She Is Fullest, Is Farthest From The Sun.

[t]hou Canst Not Think Worse Of Me Than I Do Of Myself.

Let Thy Fortune Be What It Will, 'tis Thy Mind Alone That Makes Thee Poor Or Rich, Miserable Or Happy.