Were I Not A King, I Would

A Custom Loathsome To The Eye, Hateful To The Nose, Harmful To The Brain, Dangerous To The Lungs, And In The Black, Stinking Fume Thereof Nearest Resembling The Horrible Stygian Smoke Of The Pit That Is Bottomless.

Smoke.. Makes A Kitchen Also Oftentimes In The Inward Parts Of Men, Soiling And Infecting Them, With An Unctuous And Oily Kinde Of Soote As Hath Been Found In Some Great Tobacco Takers, That After Their Death Were Opened.

It Is One Of God's Blessings That We Cannot Foreknow The Hour Of Our Death; For A Time Fixed, Even Beyond The Possibility Of Living, Would Trouble Us More Than Doth This Uncertainty.

The Wisest Fool In Christendom.

God Gives Not Kings The Stile Of Gods In Vaine, For On His Throne His Sceptre Do They Sway; And As Their Subjects Ought Them To Obey, So Kings Should Feare And Serve Their God Againe.