Let The Worst Come To The Worst.

Never Stand Begging For That Which You Have The Power To Earn.

If Thou Takest Virtue For The Rule Of Life, And Valuest Thyself Upon Acting In All Things Comfortably Thereto, Thou Wilt Have No Cause To Envy Lords And Princes; For Blood Is Inherited, But Virtue Is Common Property, And May Be Acquired By All; It Has, Moreover, An Intrinsic Worth, Which Blood Has Not.

Necessity Urges Desperate Measures.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

All Kinds Of Beauty Do Not Inspire Love; There Is A Kind Which Only Pleases The Sight, But Does Not Captivate The Affections.