Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting;

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

Thus Can The Demigod Authority Make Us Pay Down For Our Offense By Weight The Words Of Heaven; On Whom It Will, It Will, On Whom It Will Not, So: Yet Still 'tis Just.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage Slip.