It Is A Most Unhappy State To

Irresolution Is A Worse Vice Than Rashness. He That Shoots Best May Sometimes Miss The Mark; But He That Shoots Not At All Can Never Hit It. Irresolution Loosens All The Joints Of A State; Like An Ague, It Shakes Not This Nor That Limb, But All The Body Is At Once In A Fit. The Irresolute Man Is Lifted From One Place To Another; So Hatcheth Nothing, But Addles All His Actions.

No Man Can Expect To Find A Friend Without Faults; Nor Can He Propose Himself To Be So To Another. Without Reciprocal Mildness And Temperance There Can Be No Continuance Of Friendship. Every Man Will Have Something To Do For His Friend, And Something To Bear With In Him. The Sober Man Only Can Do The First; And For The Latter, Patience Is Requisite. It Is Better For A Man To Depend On Himself, Than To Be Annoyed With Either A Madman Or A Fool.

Vice Is A Peripatetic, Always In Progression.

There Is No Man But For His Own Interest Hath An Obligation To Be Honest. There May Be Sometimes Temptations To Be Otherwise; But, All Cards Cast Up, He Shall Find It The Greatest Ease, The Highest Profit, The Best Pleasure, The Most Safety, And The Noblest Fame, To Hold The Horns Of This Altar, Which, In All Assays, Can In Himself Protect Him.

Show Me The Man Who Would Go To Heaven Alone If He Could, And In That Man I Will Show You One Who Will Never Be Admitted Into Heaven.