Scandal Breeds Hatred; Hatred Begets Division; Division

Gaze Not On Beauty Too Much, Lest It Blast Thee; Nor Too Long, Lest It Blind Thee; Nor Too Near, Lest It Burn Thee. If Thou Like It, It Deceives Thee; If Thou Love It, It Disturbs Thee; If Thou Hunt After It, It Destroys Thee. If Virtue Accompany It, It Is The Heart's Paradise; If Vice Associate It, It Is The Soul's Purgatory. It Is The Wise Man's Bonfire, And The Fool's Furnace.

My Soul, Sit Thou A Patient Looker-on; Judge Not The Play Before The Play Is Done: Her Plot Hath Many Changes; Every Day Speaks A New Scene; The Last Act Crowns The Play

In The Height Of Thy Prosperity Expect Adversity, But Fear It Not. If It Come Not, Thou Art The More Sweetly Possessed Of The Happiness Thou Hast, And The More Strongly Confirmed. If It Come, Thou Art The More Gently Dispossessed Of The Happiness Thou Hadst, And The More Firmly Prepared.

Hath Any Wounded Thee With Injuries? Meet Them With Patience. Hasty Words Rankle The Wound; Soft Language Dresses It.

The Grave Is Sooner Cloy'd Than Men's Desire.