The Proud Man Hath No God; The

Revenge Commonly Hurts Both The Offerer And Sufferer; As We See In A Foolish Bee, Which In Her Anger Invenometh The Flesh And Loseth Her Sting, And So Lives A Drone Ever After.

The Best Ground Untilled, Soonest Runs Out Into Rank Weeds. A Man Of Knowledge That Is Negligent Or Uncorrected, Cannot But Grow Wild And Godless.

The Proud Man Hath No God; The Envious Man Hath No Neighbor; The Angry Man Hath Not Himself.

Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.