Wickedness Is Its Own Punishment.

Gold Is Caesar's Treasure, Man Is God's; Thy Gold Hath Caesar's Image, And Thou Hast God's.

The Grave Is Sooner Cloy'd Than Men's Desire.

O Lust, Thou Infernal Fire, Whose Fuel Is Gluttony; Whose Flame Is Pride, Whose Sparkles Are Wanton Words; Whose Smoke Is Infamy; Whose Ashes Are Uncleanness; Whose End Is Hell.

When The Flesh Presents Thee With Delights, Then Present Thyself With Dangers; Where The World Possesses Thee With Vain Hopes, There Possess Thyself With True Fear; When The Devil Brings Thee Oil, Bring Thou Vinegar. The Way To Be Safe Is Never To Be Secure.

Heaven Finds An Ear When Sinners Find A Tongue.