Who Falls For Love Of God, Shall

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.

Woman, The More Careful She Is About Her Face, The More Careless About Her House.

You Are Not Now To Think What's Best To Do, As In Beginnings, But What Must Be Done, Being Thus Enter'd; And Slip No Advantage That May Secure You. Let Them Call It Mischief; When It Is Past, And Prosper'd , 'twill Be Virtue.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

I Feel My Griefs Too, And There Scarce Is Ground Upon My Flesh T'inflict Another Wound. Yet Dare I Not Complain, Or Wish For Death With Holy Paul; Lest It Be Thought The Breath Of Discontent; Or That These Prayers Be For Weariness Of Life, Not Love Of Thee.