Show Me The Man Who Would Go

Discontents Are Sometimes The Better Part Of Our Life. I Know Not Well Which Is The Most Useful; Joy I May Choose For Pleasure, But Adversities Are The Best For Profit; And Sometimes Those Do So Far Help Me, As I Should, Without Them, Want Much Of The Joy I Have.

Fear, If It Be Not Immoderate, Puts A Guard About Us That Does Watch And Defend Us; But Credulity Keeps Us Naked, And Lays Us Open To All The Sly Assaults Of Ill-intending Men: It Was A Virtue When Man Was In His Innocence; But Since His Fall, It Abuses Those That Own It.

Promises May Get Friends, But It Is Performance That Must Nurse And Keep Them.

Hope Is To A Man As A Bladder To A Learning Swimmer--it Keeps Him From Sinking In The Bosom Of The Waves, And By That Help He May Attain The Exercise; But Yet It Many Times Makes Him Venture Beyond His Height, And Then If That Breaks, Or A Storm Rises, He Drowns Without Recovery. How Many Would Die, Did Not Hope Sustain Them! How Many Have Died By Hoping Too Much! This Wonder We Find In Hope, That She Is Both A Flatterer And A True Friend.

If Ever I Should Affect Injustice, It Would Be In This, That I Might Do Courtesies And Receive None.