There Is No Belittling Worse Than To

Virtue Were A Kind Of Misery If Fame Were All The Garland That Crowned Her.

Men Are Like Wine,--not Good Before The Lees Of Clownishness Be Settled.

God Has Made No One Absolute.

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.

How Many Would Die Did Not Hope Sustain Them.