Women May Fall When There's No Strength

Thus Did I Keep My Person Fresh And New, My Presence, Like A Robe Pontifical, Ne'er Seen But Wondered At, And So My State, Seldom But Sumptuous, Showed Like A Feast.

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

Our Praises Are Our Wages.

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.