He That Departs With His Own Honesty

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

He Threatens Many That Hath Injured One.

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.

A Valiant Man Ought Not To Undergo, Or Tempt A Danger, But Worthily, And By Selected Ways, He Undertakes With Reason, Not By Chance. His Valor Is The Salt T' His Other Virtues, They're All Unseason'd Without It.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.