My Soul, Sit Thou A Patient Looker-on;

Use Law And Physic Only For Necessity; They That Use Them Otherwise Abuse Themselves Unto Weak Bodies, And Light Purses; They Are Good Remedies, Bad Businesses, And Worse Recreations.

See, Here's A Shadow Found; The Human Nature Is Made Th' Umbrella To The Deity, To Catch The Sunbeams Of Thy Just Creator; Beneath This Covert Thou May'st Safely Lie.

Even Such Is Man, Whose Glory Lendshis Life A Blaze Or Two, And Ends.

The Suburbs Of Folly Is Vain Mirth, And Profuseness Of Laughter Is The City Of Fools.

The Road To Perseverance Lies By Doubt.