Thy Pride Is But The Prologue Of

Make Thy Recreation Servant To Thy Business, Lest Thou Become A Slave To Thy Recreation.

It Is No Happiness To Live Long, Nor Unhappiness To Die Soon; Happy Is He That Hath Lived Long Enough To Die Well.

Rather Do What Is Nothing To The Purpose Than Be Idle; That The Devil May Find Thee Doing. The Bird That Sits Is Easily Shot, When Fliers Scape The Fowler. Idleness Is The Dead Sea That Swallows All The Virtues, And The Self-made Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

Use Law And Physic Only For Necessity; They That Use Them Otherwise Abuse Themselves Unto Weak Bodies, And Light Purses; They Are Good Remedies, Bad Businesses, And Worse Recreations.

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?