Money Confounds Subordination.

The Highest Panegyric, Therefore, That Private Virtue Can Receive, Is The Praise Of Servants.

Differences, We Know, Are Never So Effectually Laid Asleep As By Some Common Calamity; An Enemy Unites All To Whom He Threatens Danger.

He Left The Name At Which The World Grew Pale, To Point A Moral, Or Adorn A Tale.

How Few Of His Friends' Houses Would A Man Choose To Be At When He Is Sick.

Books To Judicious Compilers, Are Useful; To Particular Arts And Professions, They Are Absolutely Necessary; To Men Of Real Science, They Are Tools: But More Are Tools To Them.