Fearfulness, Contrary To All Other Vices, Maketh

Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time, Giveth Wings.

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.

Hope Itself Is A Pain, While It Is Overmatched By Fear.

Every Base Occupation Makes One Sharp In Its Practice, And Dull In Every Other.

As In Labor, The More One Doth Exercise, The More One Is Enabled To Do, Strength Growing Upon Work; So With The Use Of Suffering, Men's Minds Get The Habit Of Suffering, And All Fears And Terrors Are Not To Them But As A Summons To Battle, Whereof They Know Beforehand They Shall Come Off Victorious.