Nimble Thought Can Jump Both

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Waste Not Thy Time In Windy Argument But Let The Matter Drop.

Be Advised; Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself: We May Outrun, By Violent Swiftness, That Which We Run At, And Lose By Over-running. Know You Not, The Fire That Mounts The Liquor Til Run O'er, In Seeming To Augment It Wastes It?

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.