Necessity Makes An Honest Man A Knave.

All Evils Are To Be Considered With The Good That Is In Them, And With What Worse Attends Them.

As For Women That Do Not Think Their Own Safety Worth Their Thought, That Impatient Of Their Present State, Resolve As They Call It To Take The First Good Christian That Comes; That Runs Into Matrimony, As A Horse Rushes Into Battle; I Can Say Nothing To Them, But This, That They Are A Sort Of Ladies That Are To Be Pray'd For Among The Rest Of Distemper'd People; And To Me They Look Like People That Venture Their Whole Estates In A Lottery Where There Is A Hundred Thousand Blanks To One Prize.

Wealth, Howsoever Got, In England Makes Lords Of Mechanics, Gentlemen Of Rakes; Antiquity And Birth Are Needless Here; 'tis Impudence And Money Makes A Peer.

Call Upon Me In The Day Of Trouble, And I Will Deliver, And Thou Shalt Glorify Me...wait On The Lord, And Be Of Good Cheer, And He Shall Strengthen Thy Heart; Wait, I Say, On The Lord:' It Is Impossible To Express The Comfort This Gave Me. In Answer, I Thankfully Laid Down The Book, And Was No More Sad, At Least, Not On That Occasion.

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.