Wealth, Howsoever Got, In England Makes Lords

Today We Love What Tomorrow We Hate, Today We Seek What Tomorrow We Shun, Today We Desire What Tomorrow We Fear, Nay, Even Tremble At The Apprehensions Of.

As I Had Once Done Thus In My Breaking Away From My Parents, So I Could Not Be Content Now, But I Must Go And Leave The Happy View I Had Of Being A Rich And Thriving Man In My New Plantation, Only To Pursue A Rash And Immoderate Desire Of Rising Faster Than The Nature Of The Thing Admitted; And Thus I Cast My Self Down Again Into The Deepest Gulph Of Human Misery That Ever Man Fell Into, Or Perhaps Could Be Consistent With Life And A State Of Health In The World.

Not The Man In The Moon, Not The Groaning-board, Not The Speaking Of Friar Bacon's Brazen- Head, Not The Inspiration Of Mother Shipton, Or The Miracles Of Dr. Faustus, Things As Certain As Death And Taxes, Can Be More Firmly Believed.

And Of All Plagues With Which Mankind Are Curst, Ecclesiastic Tyranny's The Worst.

Though I Don't Like The Crew, I Won't Sink The Ship. In Fact, In Time Of Storm I'll Do My Best To Save It. You See, We Are All In This Craft And Must Sink Or Swim Together.