It Is The End That Crowns Us,

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

God Doth Not Promise Here To Man That Hewill Free Him Quickly From His Misery;but In His Own Time, And When He Thinks Fit,then He Will Give A Happy End To It.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

If Little Labour, Little Are Our Gains: Man's Fortunes Are According To His Pains.

I'll Write, Because I'll Give - You Critics Means To Live; For Should I Not Supply - The Cause, The Effect Would Die