Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. Light gains make heavy purses. 'Tis good to be merry and wise.
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t'have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
Pure innovation is more gross than error.
They're only truly great who are truly good.
Love is Natures second sun.