Thy Pride Is But The Prologue Of

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?

My Soul, What's Lighter Than A Feather? Wind. Than Wind? The Fire. And What Than Fire? The Mind. What's Lighter Than The Mind? A Thought. Than Thought? This Bubble World. What Than This Bubble? Nought.

If Thou Hast No Inferiors, Have Patience Awhile, And Thou Shalt Have No Superiors. The Grave Requires No Marshal.

Poor Thieves In Halters We Behold; And Great Thieves In Their Chains Of Gold.

If Thy Daughter Marry Well, Thou Hast Found A Son; If Not, Thou Hast Lost A Daughter.