Perfection Is Immutable. But For Things Imperfect,

A Combed Writing Will Cost Both Sweat And The Rubbing Of The Brain. And Combed I Wish It, Not Frizzled Or Curled.

Discontent Is Like Ink Poured Into Water, Which Fills The Whole Fountain Full Of Blackness.

Any Man Shall Speak The Better When He Knows What Others Have Said, And Sometimes The Consciousness Of His Inward Knowledge Gives A Confidence To His Outward Behavior, Which Of All Other Is The Best Thing To Grace A Man In His Carriage.

There Is No Detraction Worse Than To Overpraise A Man, For If His Worth Proves Short Of What Report Doth Speak Of Him, His Own Actions Are Ever Giving The Lie To His Honor.

The Noblest Part Of A Friend Is An Honest Boldness In The Notifying Of Errors. He That Tells Me Of A Fault, Aiming At My Good, I Must Think Him Wise And Faithful--wise In Spying That Which I See Not; Faithful In A Plain Admonishment, Not Tainted With Flattery.