The Suburbs Of Folly Is

Let All Thy Joys Be As The Month Of May,and All Thy Days Be As A Marriage Day.

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.

The Place Of Charity, Like That Of God, Is Everywhere.

Anger May Repast With Thee For An Hour, But Not Repose For A Night; The Continuance Of Anger Is Hatred, The Continuance Of Hatred Turns Malice.

If Thou Desire Not To Be Poor, Desire Not To Be Too Rich. He Is Rich, Not That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Poor, Not That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much. The Contented Mind Wants Nothing Which It Hath Not; The Covetous Mind Wants, Not Only What It Hath Not, But Likewise What It Hath.