With A Bloody Flux Of Oaths Vows

What Money Creates, Money Preserves: If Thy Wealth Decays, Thy Honor Dies; It Is But A Slippery Happiness Which Fortunes Can Give, And Frowns Can Take; And Not Worth The Owning Which A Night's Fire Can Melt, Or A Rough Sea Can Drown.

Make Philosophy Thy Journey, Theology Thy Journey's End: Philosophy Is A Pleasant Way, But Dangerous To Him That Either Tires Or Retires; In This Journey It Is Safe Neither To Loiter Nor To Rest, Till Thou Hast Attained Thy Journey's End; He That Sits Down A Philosopher Rises Up An Atheist.

Other Vices Make Their Own Way; This Makes Way For All Vices. He That Is A Drunkard Is Qualified For All Vice.

Proportion Thy Charity To The Strength Of Thine Estate, Lest God Proportion Thine Estate To The Weakness Of Thy Charity. Let The Lips Of The Poor Be The Trumpet Of Thy Gift, Lest In Seeking Applause, Thou Lose Thy Reward. Nothing Is More Pleasing To God Than An Open Hand And A Closed Mouth.

Beware Of Him That Is Slow To Anger; For When It Is Long Coming, It Is The Stronger When It Comes, And The Longer Kept. Abused Patience Turns To Fury.