Pride Thinks It's Own Happiness Shines The

. . . The State Of Things And The Dispositions Of Men Were Then Such, That A Man Could Not Well Tell Whom He Might Trust Or Whom He Might Fear.

We Cannot Go To Heaven In Featherbeds.

Take Something From Yourself, To Give To Another, That Is Humane And Gentle And Never Takes Away As Much Comfort As It Brings Again.

It Is Only Natural, Of Course, That Each Man Should Think His Own Opinions Best: The Crow Loves His Fledgling, And The Ape His Cub.

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.