High-erected Thoughts Seated In The Heart Of

Fearfulness, Contrary To All Other Vices, Maketh A Man Think The Better Of Another, The Worse Of Himself.

Self-love Is Better Than Any Gilding To Make That Seem Gorgeous Wherein Ourselves Be Parties.

The Scourge Of Life, And Death's Extreme Disgrace, The Smoke Of Hell,--that Monster Called Paine.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

Remember That In All Miseries Lamenting Becomes Fools, And Action, Wise Folk.