When We Hang On To Resentments, We

I Would Rather Be A Beggar And Single Than A Queen And Married.

I Plucke Up The Goodlie Greene Herbes Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Chawe Them By Musing, And Laie Them Up At Length In The Hie Seate Of Memorie By Gathering Them Together; That I, Having Tasted The Sweetenes, L May The Lesse Perceave The Bitternes Of This Miserable Life.

If I Should Say The Sweetest Speech With The Eloquentest Tongue That Ever Was In Man, I Were Not Able To Express That Restless Care Which I Have Ever Bent To Govern For The Greatest Wealth.

I Pluck Up The Good Lissome Herbs Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Digest Them By Musing, And Lay Them Up At Length In The High Seat Of Memory.

There Is Small Disproportion Betwixt A Fool Who Useth Not Wit Because He Hath It Not And Him That Useth It Not When It Should Avail Him.