Fine Wits Destroy Themselves With Their Own

There Was Never A Merry World Since The Fairies Left Off Dancing.

Tis Not Seasonable To Call A Man Traitor, That Has An Army At His Heels.

Women Ought Not To Know Their Own Wit, Because They Will Still Be Showing It, And So Spoil It.

A Glorious Church Is Like A Magnificent Feast; There Is All The Variety That May Be, But Every One Chooses Out A Dish Or Two That He Likes, And Lets The Rest Alone: How Glorious Soever The Church Is, Every One Chooses Out Of It His Own Religion, By Which He Governs Himself, And Lets The Rest Alone.

Prayer Should Be Short, Without Giving God Almighty Reasons Why He Should Grant This, Or That; He Knows Best What Is Good For Us.