Thinking Nurseth Thinking.

Take Thou Of Me, Sweet Pillowes, Sweetest Bed; A Chamber Deafe Of Noise, And Blind Of Light, A Rosie Garland And A Weary Hed.

Whatever Comes Out Of Despair Cannot Bear The Title Of Valor, Which Should Be Lifted Up To Such A Height That Holding All Things Under Itself, It Should Be Able To Maintain Its Greatness, Even In The Midst Of Miseries.

When It Shall Please God To Bring Thee To Man's Estate, Use Great Providence And Circumspection In Choosing Thy Wife. For From Thence Will Spring All Thy Future Good Or Evil; And It Is An Action Of Life, Like Unto A Stratagem Of War; Wherein A Man Can Err But Once!

The Judgment Of The World Stands Upon Matter Of Fortune.

It Is A Lively Spark Of Nobleness To Descend In Most Favour To One When He Is Lowest In Affliction