I Wish You All The Joy That

Boundless Intemperance In Nature Is A Tyranny. It Hath Been Th' Untimely Emptying Of The Happy Throne And Fall Of Many Kings.

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.

Do Not Swear By The Moon, For She Changes Constantly. Then Your Love Would Also Change.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.