It Is Not The Bee's Touching On

Let Me Know Myself; Let Others Guess At Me.

Sorrows, Because They Are Lingering Guests, I Will Entertain But Moderately, Knowing That The More They Are Made Of The Longer They Will Continue: And For Pleasures, Because They Stay Not, And Do But Call To Drink At My Door, I Will Use Them As Passengers With Slight Respect. He Is His Own Best Friend That Makes The Least Of Both Of Them.

It Is Not Sin That Kills The Soul, But Impenitence.

Moderation Is The Silken String Running Through The Pearl Chain Of All Virtues.

It Is A Shame For The Tongue To Cast Itself Upon The Uncertain Pardon Of Other's Ears