Sweet Phosphor, Bring The Daywhose

Borrow Neither Money Nor Time From Your Neighbor; Both Are Of Equal Value.

Lust Is An Immoderate Wantonness Of The Flesh, A Sweet Poison, A Cruel Pestilence; A Pernicious Poison, Which Weakeneth The Body Of Man, And Effeminateth The Strength Of The Heroic Mind.

Of All The Difficulties In A State, The Temper Of A True Government Most Felicifies And Perpetuates It; Too Sudden Alterations Distemper It. Had Nero Tuned His Kingdom As He Did His Harp, His Harmony Had Been More Honorable, And His Reign More Prosperous.

Be Neither Too Early In The Fashion, Nor Too Long Out Of It, Nor Too Precisely In It; What Custom Hath Civilized Is Become Decent, Till Then Ridiculous; Where The Eye Is The Jury Thy Apparel Is The Evidence.

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?