Lend Only What You Can Afford To

I Know The Ways Of Pleasure, The Sweet Strains, The Lullings And The Relishes Of It.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

Hee Stands Not Surely, That Never Slips.

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.