Make Thy Recreation Servant To Thy Business,

Every Man's Vanity Ought To Be His Greatest Shame; And Every Man's Folly Ought To Be His Greatest Secret.

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?

Thy Pride Is But The Prologue Of Thy Shame; Where Vain-glory Commands, There Folly Counsels; Where Pride Rides, There Shame Lackeys.

Toyish Airs Please Trivial Ears.

Too Much Is A Vanity; Enough Is A Feast.