Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On;

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

Gather Ye Rose-buds While Ye May, Old Time Is Still A Flying: And This Same Flower That Smiles To Day, Tomorrow Will Be Dying.

T Is The Will That Makes The Action Good Or Ill.

Temptations Hurt Not, Though They Have Accesse; Satan O'ercomes None But By Willingnesse.

Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.