Wit, Like The Belly, If It Be

The Best Of Men Cannot Suspend Their Fate; The Good Die Early, And The Bad Die Late.

I Had Been Tricked Once By That Cheat Called Love, But The Game Was Over.

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.

Thus We Never See The True State Of Our Condition Till It Is Illustrated To Us By Its Contraries, Nor Know How To Value What We Enjoy, But By The Want Of It.

'tis No Sin To Cheat The Devil.