Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

Reflection Is The Business Of Man; A Sense Of His State Is His First Duty: But Who Remembereth Himself In Joy? Is It Not In Mercy Then That Sorrow Is Allotted Unto Us?

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In Anger.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.