Let Thy Fortune Be What It Will,

No Rule Is So General, Which Admits Not Some Exception.

Worldly Wealth Is The Devil's Bait; And Those Whose Minds Feed Upon Riches Recede, In General, From Real Happiness, In Proportion As Their Stores Increase, As The Moon, When She Is Fullest, Is Farthest From The Sun.

Be Not Solitary, Be Not Idle

Let Thy Fortune Be What It Will, 'tis Thy Mind Alone That Makes Thee Poor Or Rich, Miserable Or Happy.

Melancholy Can Be Overcome Only By Melancholy.