A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Nothing but what astonishes is true.
Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.