The Devil Is An Ass , I

Reader Look, Not On His Picture But His Book.

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

Money Never Made Any Man Rich, But His Mind. He That Can Order Himself To The Law Of Nature, Is Not Only Without The Sense, But The Fear Of Poverty.

A Prince Without Letters Is A Pilot Without Eyes. All His Government Is Groping.

I Feel My Griefs Too, And There Scarce Is Ground Upon My Flesh T'inflict Another Wound. Yet Dare I Not Complain, Or Wish For Death With Holy Paul; Lest It Be Thought The Breath Of Discontent; Or That These Prayers Be For Weariness Of Life, Not Love Of Thee.