Heav'n Is Not Always Got By Running.

I See No Virtue Where I Smell No Sweat.

Every Man's Vanity Ought To Be His Greatest Shame; And Every Man's Folly Ought To Be His Greatest Secret.

Beware Of Him That Is Slow To Anger; For When It Is Long Coming, It Is The Stronger When It Comes, And The Longer Kept. Abused Patience Turns To Fury.

See How The World (whose Chaste And Pregnant Womb Of Late Conceiv'd, And Brought Forth Nothing Ill) Is Now Degenerated, And Become A Base Adult'ress, Whose False Births Do Fill The Earth With Monsters, Monsters That Do Roam And Rage About, And Make A Trade To Kill: Now Glutt'ny Paunches, And Avarice A Pawn; Pale Envy Pines, Pride Swells, And Sloth Begins To Yawn.

No Labor Is Hard, No Time Is Long, Wherein The Glory Of Eternity Is The Mark We Level At.