And Hence One Master-passion In The Breast,

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense. There Are Forty Men Of Wit For One Man Of Sense; And He That Will Carry Nothing About Him But Gold, Will Be Every Day At A Loss For Want Of Readier Change.

Strength Of Mind Is Exercise, Not Rest.

Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance By Rogues In Ruffles.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

But See, The Shepherds Shun The Noonday Heat, The Lowing Herds To Murmuring Brooks Retreat, To Closer Shades The Panting Flocks Remove; Ye Gods! And Is There No Relief For Love?