Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. Light gains make heavy purses. 'Tis good to be merry and wise. - George Chapman

Danger (the spur of all great minds) is ever
The curb to your tame spirits.

As when about the silver moon, when air is free from wind,
And stars shine clear; to whose sweet beams, high prospects, and the brows
Of all steep hills and pinnacles, thrust up themselves for shows;
And even the lowly valleys joy, to glitter in their sight,
When the unmeasured firmament bursts to disclose her light,
And all the signs in heaven are seen that glad the shepherd's heart.

The lady of the light, the rosy-fingered Morn,
Rose from the hills.