Indeed There's A Woundy Luck

Neither Do Thou Lust After That Tawny Weed Tobacco.

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.

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.

Who Falls For Love Of God, Shall Rise A Star.

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.