Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent; nor hours laid out in harmless merriment

A sad soul can kill you quicker than a germ. -John Steinbeck.

Nor love, not honour, wealth nor pow'r, Can give the heart a cheerful hour When health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.

A fox may steal your hens, Sir, a whore your health and pence, Sir, your daughter rob your chest, Sir, your wife may steal your rest, Sir, a thief your goods and plate. But this is all but picking, with rest, pence, chest and chicken; it ever was decreed, Sir, if lawyer's hand is fee d, Sir, he steals your whole estate.

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.