There Is Nothing A Man Of Good

Contempt Of Others Is The Truest Symptom Of A Base And Bad Heart,--while It Suggests Itself To The Mean And The Vile, And Tickles There Little Fancy On Every Occasion, It Never Enters The Great And Good Mind But On The Strongest Motives; Nor Is It Then A Welcome Guest,--affording Only An Uneasy Sensation, And Bringing Always With It A Mixture Of Concern And Compassion.

Clergy Are Men As Well As Other Folks.

Human Life Very Much Resembles A Game Of Chess: For, As In The Latter, While A Gamester Is Too Attentive To Secure Himself Very Strongly On One Side Of The Board, He Is Apt To Leave An Unguarded Opening On The Other, So Doth It Often Happen In Life.

He That Dies Before Sixty, Of A Cold Or Consumption, Dies, In Reality, By A Violent Death.

The Hounds All Join In Glorious Cry, / The Huntsman Winds His Horn: / And A-hunting We Will Go.