He Threatens Many That Hath

Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Thy Praise Or Dispraise Is To Me Alike; One Doth Not Stroke Me, Nor The Other Strike.

The Covetous Man Never Has Money. The Prodigal Will Have None Shortly.

Let Argument Bear No Unmusical Sound.

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.