Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With

While Selfishness Joins Hands With No One Of The Virtues, Benevolence Is Allied To Them All.

Error Is Always Talkative.

The Folly Of Others Is Ever Most Ridiculous To Those Who Are Themselves Most Foolish.

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, And Finds Too Late That Men Betray, What Charm Can Soothe Her Melancholy, What Art Can Wash Her Guilt Away?

The Premises Being Thus Settled, I Proceed To Observe That The Concatenation Of Self-existence, Proceeding In A Reciprocal Duplicate Ratio, Naturally Produces A Problematical Dialogism, Which In Some Measure Proves That The Essence Of Spirituality May Be Referred To The Second Predicable.