If Thy Words Be Too

Blessedness Is Promised To The Peacemaker, Not To The Conqueror.

He That Hath No Cross Deserves No Crown.

God Hath Given To Mankind A Common Library, His Creatures; To Every Man A Proper Book, Himself Being An Abridgment Of All Others. If Thou Read With Understanding, It Will Make Thee A Great Master Of Philosophy, And A True Servant Of The Divine Author: If Thou But Barely Read, It Will Make Thee Thine Own Wise Man And The Author's Fool.

Wrinkle Not Thy Face With Too Much Laughter, Lest Thou Become Ridiculous; Neither Wanton Thy Heart With Too Much Mirth, Lest Thou Become Vain: The Suburbs Of Folly Is Vain Mirth, And Profuseness Of Laughter Is The City Of Fools.

Luxury Is An Enticing Pleasure, A Bastard Mirth, Which Hath Honey In Her Mouth, Gall In Her Heart, And A Sting In Her Tail.