There Is No Man Alone, Because Every

Let Any Stranger Find Mee So Pleasant A County, Such Good Way, Large Heath, Three Such Places As Norwich, Yar. And Lin. In Any County Of England, And I'll Bee Once Again A Vagabond To Visit Them.

Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.

It Is We That Are Blind, Not Fortune; Because Our Eye Is Too Dim To Discern The Mystery Of Her Effects, We Foolishly Paint Her Blind, And Hoodwink The Providence Of The Almighty.

Should Your Riches Increase, Let Your Mind Keep Pace With Them.

Let Age, Not Envy, Draw Wrinkles On Thy Cheeks.