Those That Dare Lose A Day, Ate

The Malcontent Is Neither Well, Full Nor Fasting; And Though He Abounds With Complaints, Yet Nothing Dislikes Him But The Present; For What He Condemns While It Was, Once Passed, He Magnifies And Strives To Recall It Out Of The Jaw Of Time. What He Hath He Seeth Not, His Eyes Are So Taken Up With What He Wants; And What He Sees He Careth Not For, Because Be Cares So Much For That Which Is Not.

That Which The French Proverb Hath Of Sickness Is True Of All Evils, That They Come On Horseback, And Go Away On Foot; We Have Often Seen A Sudden Fall Or One Meal's Surfeit Hath Stuck By Many To Their Graves; Whereas Pleasures Come Like Oxen, Slow, And Heavily, And Go Away Like Post-horses, Upon The Spur.

This Field Is So Spacious That It Were Easy For A Man To Lose Himself In It; And If I Should Spend All My Pilgrimage In This Walk, My Time Would Sooner End Than My Way.

Worldly Ambition Is Founded On Pride Or Envy, But Emulation, Or Laudable Ambition, Is Actually Founded In Humility; For It Evidently Implies That We Have A Low Opinion Of Our Present Attainments, And Think It Necessary To Be Advanced.

Garments That Have Once One Rent In Them Are Subject To Be Torn On Every Nail, And Glasses That Are Once Cracked Are Soon Broken; Such Is Man's Good Name Once Tainted With Just Reproach.