Neither The Sun Nor Death Can Be

Nature Makes Merit, And Fortune Puts It To Work.

Esteem Never Makes Ingrates.

Our Repentances Are Generally Not So Much A Concern And Remorse For The Harm We Have Done, As A Fear Of The Harm We May Have Brought Upon Ourselves.

How Deceitful Hope May Be, Yet She Carries Us On Pleasantly To The End Of Life.

Few People Have The Wisdom To Prefer The Criticism That Would Do Them Good, To The Praise That Deceives Them.