We Neglect Those Things Which Are Under

When Collapse Is Imminent, The Little Rodents Flee.

Wine Takes Away Reason, Engenders Insanity, Leads To Thousands Of Crimes, And Imposes Such An Enormous Expense On Nations.

Lust Is An Enemy To The Purse, A Foe To The Person, A Canker To The Mind, A Corrosive To The Conscience, A Weakness Of The Wit, A Besotter Of The Senses, And Finally, A Mortal Bane To All The Body.

Many Other Means There Be, That Promise The Foreknowledge Of Things To Come: Besides The Raising Up And Conjuring Of Ghosts Departed, The Conference Also With Familiars And Spirits Infernal. And All These Were Found Out In Our Days, To Be No Better Than Vanities And False Illusions.

Chance Is A Second Master.