Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.

I see no virtue where I smell no sweat.

He that hath promised pardon on our repentance hat not promised life till we repent.

Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.

It is the lot of man but once to die.

Things temporal are sweeter in the expectation, things eternal are sweeter in the fruition; the first shames thy hope, the second crowns it; it is a vain journey, whose end affords less pleasure than the way.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that had no cross deserves no crown.