The World's An Inn; And I Her

Seest Thou Good Days? Prepare For Evil Times. No Summer But Hath Its Winter. He Never Reaped Comfort In Adversity That Sowed Not In Prosperity.

In Thy Apparel Avoid Singularity, Profuseness, And Gaudiness. Be Not Too Early In The Fashion, Nor Too Late. Decency Is Half Way Between Affectation And Neglect. The Body Is The Shell Of The Soul, Apparel Is The Husk Of That Shell; The Husk Often Tells You What The Kernel Is.

Money Is Both The Generation And Corruption Of Purchased Honor; Honor Is Both The Child And Slave Of Potent Money: The Credit Which Honor Hath Lost, Money Hath Found. When Honor Grew Mercenary, Money Grew Honorable. The Way To Be Truly Noble Is To Contemn Both.

Rather Do What Is Nothing To The Purpose Than Be Idle; That The Devil May Find Thee Doing. The Bird That Sits Is Easily Shot, When Fliers Scape The Fowler. Idleness Is The Dead Sea That Swallows All The Virtues, And The Self-made Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

Wouldst Thou Multiply Thy Riches? Diminish Them Wisely; Or Wouldst Thou Make Thy Estate Entire? Divide It Charitably. Seeds That Are Scattered Increase; But, Hoarded Up, They Perish.