No Man's Condition Is So Base As

Be Neither Too Early In The Fashion, Nor Too Long Out Of It, Nor Too Precisely In It; What Custom Hath Civilized Is Become Decent, Till Then Ridiculous; Where The Eye Is The Jury Thy Apparel Is The Evidence.

As There Is No Worldly Gain Without Some Loss, So There Is No Worldly Loss Without Some Gain; If Thou Hast Lost Thy Wealth, Thou Hast Lost Some Trouble With It; If Thou Art Degraded From Thy Honor, Thou Art Likewise Freed From The Stroke Of Envy; If Sickness Hath Blurred Thy Beauty, It Hath Delivered Thee From Pride. Set The Allowance Against The Loss, And Thou Shalt Find No Loss Great; He Loses Little Or Nothing, That Reserves Himself.

What Money Creates, Money Preserves: If Thy Wealth Decays, Thy Honor Dies; It Is But A Slippery Happiness Which Fortunes Can Give, And Frowns Can Take; And Not Worth The Owning Which A Night's Fire Can Melt, Or A Rough Sea Can Drown.

Sweet Phosphor, Bring The Daywhose Conquering Raymay Chase These Fogs;sweet Phosphor, Bring The Day!sweet Phosphor, Bring The Day!light Will Repaythe Wrongs Of Night;sweet Phosphor, Bring The Day!

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.