Pleasure Is Nothing Else But The Intermission

Twas An Unhappy Division That Has Been Made Between Faith And Works; Though In My Intellect I May Divide Them, Just As In The Candle I Know There Is Both Light And Heat. But Yet, Put Out The Candle, And They Are Both Gone.

Ceremony Keeps Up Things: 'tis Like A Penny Glass To A Rich Spirit, Or Some Excellent Water; Without It The Water Were Spilt, And The Spirit Lost.

Commonly We Say A Judgment Falls Upon A Man For Something In Him We Cannot Abide.

Tis Not Seasonable To Call A Man Traitor, That Has An Army At His Heels.

Fine Wits Destroy Themselves With Their Own Plots, In Meddling With Great Affairs Of State.