Even Such Is Man, Whose Glory Lendshis

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.

The Next Way Home's The Farthest Way About.

Of All Vices Take Heed Of Drunkenness; Other Vices Are But Fruits Of Disordered Affections--this Disorders, Nay, Banishes Reason; Other Vices But Impair The Soul--this Demolishes Her Two Chief Faculties, The Understanding And The Will; Other Vices Make Their Own Way--this Makes Way For All Vices; He That Is A Drunkard Is Qualified For All Vice.

Be Not Too Great A Niggard In The Commendations Of Him That Professes Thy Own Quality: If He Deserve Thy Praise, Thou Hast Discovered Thy Judgment; If Not, Thy Modesty: Honor Either Returns Or Reflects To The Giver.

When Two Agree In Their Desire, One Sparke Will Set Them Both On Fire.