...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore

Vice Is But A Nurse Of Agonies.

There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where Rebellion Reigns.

Men Are Almost Always Cruel In Their Neighbors' Faults; And Make Others' Overthrow The Badge Of Their Own Ill-masked Virtue.

I Willingly Confess That It Likes Me Better When I Find Virtue In A Fair Lodging Than When I Am Bound To Seek It In An Ill-favored Creature.

There Is Nothing So Great That I Fear To Do It For My Friend; Nothing So Small That I Will Disdain To Do It For Him.