On A Huge Hill, Cragged, And Steep,

At Most, The Greatest Persons Are But Great Wens, And Excrescences; Men Of Wit And Delightful Conversation, But As Morals For Ornament, Except They Be So Incorporated Into The Body Of The World That They Contribute Something To The Sustentation Of The Whole.

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

There Is Hook In Every Benefit, That Sticks In His Jaws That Takes That Benefit, And Draws Him Whither The Benefactor Will.

And To 'scape Stormy Days, I Choose An Everlasting Night.