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Orators Are Most Vehement When Their Cause Is Weak.

There Is No Treasure The Which May Be Compared Unto A Faithful Friend; Gold Some Decayeth, And Worldly Wealth Consumeth, And Wasteth In The Winde; But Love Once Planted In A Perfect And Pure Minde Indureth Weale And Woe; The Frownes Of Fortune, Come They Never So Unkinde, Cannot The Same Overthrowe.

The Man Who Is Always Fortunate Cannot Easily Have A Great Reverence For Virtue.

The Authors Who Affect Contempt For A Name In The World Put Their Names To The Books Which They Invite The World To Read.

It Is The Stain And Disgrace Of The Age To Envy Virtue, And To Be Anxious To Crush The Very Flower Of Dignity.