Pleasures Can Undo A Man At Any

The Boundary Of Man Is Moderation. When Once We Pass That Pale Our Guardian Angel Quits His Charge Of Us.

Praise Has Different Effects, According To The Mind It Meets With; It Makes A Wise Man Modest, But A Fool More Arrogant, Turning His Weak Brain Giddy.

Time Is Like A Ship Which Never Anchors; While I Am On Board, I Had Better Do Those Things That May Profit Me At My Landing, Than Practice Such As Shall Cause My Commitment When I Come Ashore.

When I But Hear Her Sing, I Fare Like One That Raised, Holds His Ear To Some Bright Star In The Supremest Round; Through Which, Besides The Light That's Seen There May Be Heard, From Heaven Within, The Rests Of Anthems, That The Angels Sound.

Discontent Is Like Ink Poured Into Water, Which Fills The Whole Fountain Full Of Blackness.