The chiefe boxe of health is time.

Not only ought fortune to be pictured on a wheel, but every thing else in this world.

True beauty lives on high. Ours is but a flame borrowed thence.

Fear keepes and looks to the vineyard, and not the owner.

Trust no friend with that you need fear him if he were your enemy.

The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.

Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters deliver us to laws; they send us bound to rules of reason, holy messengers, pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes, fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, bibles laid open, millions of surprises, blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, the sound of glory ringing in our ears: without, our shame; within, our consciences; angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears. Yet all these fences and their whole array one cunning bosom-sin blows quite away.