Too Much Is A Vanity; Enough Is

Be Not Too Slow In The Breaking Of A Sinful Custom; A Quick, Courageous Resolution Is Better Than A Gradual Deliberation; In Such A Combat He Is The Bravest Soldier That Lays About Him Without Fear Or Wit. Wit Pleads, Fear Disheartens; He That Would Kill Hydra Had Better Strike Off One Neck Than Five Heads: Fell The Tree, And The Branches Are Soon Cut Off.

There Be Three Sorts Of Government--monarchical, Aristocratical, Democratical; And They Are Apt To Fall Three Several Ways Into Ruin--the First, By Tyranny; The Second, By Ambition; The Last, By Tumults. A Commonwealth Grounded Upon Any One Of These Is Not Of Long Continuance; But, Wisely Mingled, Each Guards The Other And Makes That Government Exact.

The Next Way Home's The Farthest Way About.

For Trash And Toys, And Grief-engend'ring Joys, What Torment Seems Too Sharp For Flesh And Blood; What Bitter Pills, Compos'd Of Real Ills, Men Swallow Down To Purchase One False Good!

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.