Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of…

'Mongst all these stirs of discontented strife, O, let me lead an academic life; To know much, and to think for nothing, know Nothing to have, yet think we have enow.

There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.

A legal thief, a bloodless murderer, A fiend incarnate, a false usurer.

So little in his purse, so much upon his back.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

Perfection is the child of time…