It Is A Note Of

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.

As It Is A Great Point Of Art, When Our Matter Requires It, To Enlarge And Veer Out All Sail, So To Take It In And Contract It Is Of No Less Praise When The Argument Doth Ask It.

Good Men Are The Stars, The Planets Of The Ages Wherein They Live, And Illustrate The Times.

Minds That Are Great And Free, Should Not On Fortune Pause: 'tis Crown Enough To Virtue Still, Her Own Applause.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.