The Suburbs Of Folly Is Vain Mirth,

Afflictions Clarify The Soul.

My Soul, The Seas Are Rough, And Thou A Stranger In These False Coasts; O Keep Aloof; There's Danger; Cast Forth Thy Plummet; See, A Rock Appears; Thy Ships Want Sea-room; Make It With Thy Tears.

The Light Of The Understanding, Humility Kindleth And Pride Covereth.

Necessity Of Action Takes Away The Fear Of The Act, And Makes Bold Resolution The Favorite Of Fortune.

If Thou Seest Anything In Thyself Which May Make Thee Proud, Look A Little Further And Thou Shalt Find Enough To Humble Thee; If Thou Be Wise, View The Peacock's Feathers With His Feet, And Weigh Thy Best Parts With Thy Imperfections.