When Men Comfort Themselves With Philosophy, 'tis

Take A Straw And Throw It Up Into The Air, You May See By That Which Way The Wind Is.

Pleasure Is Nothing Else But The Intermission Of Pain.

Pleasure Is Nothing Else But The Intermission Of Pain, The Enjoying Of Something I Am In Great Trouble For Till I Have It.

I Have Taken Much Pains To Know Everything That Is Esteemed Worth Knowing Amongst Men; But With All My Reading, Nothing Now Remains To Comfort Me At The Close Of This Life But This Passage Of St. Paul: "it Is A Faithful Saying, And Worthy Of All Acceptation, That Jesus Christ Came Into The World To Save Sinners." To This I Cleave, And Herein Do I Find Rest.

While You Are Upon Earth, Enjoy The Good Things That Are Here (to That End Were They Given), And Be Not Melancholy, And Wish Yourself In Heaven.