As Covetousness Is The Root Of All

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

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.

In Trouble To Be Troubled, Is To Have Your Trouble Doubled.

Wealth, Howsoever Got, In England Makes Lords Of Mechanics, Gentlemen Of Rakes; Antiquity And Birth Are Needless Here; 'tis Impudence And Money Makes A Peer.

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.