Tis The Glory Of A Man To

In All Debates, Let Truth Be Thy Aim, Not Victory, Or An Unjust Interest.

Above All Things Endeavor To Breed Them Up The Love Of Virtue, And That Holy Plain Way Of It Which We Have Lived In, That The World In No Part Of It Get Into My Family. I Had Rather They We're Homely Than Finely Bred As To Outward Behavior; Yet I Love Sweetness Mixed With Gravity, And Cheerfulness Tempered With Sobriety.

The Only Fountain In The Wilderness Of Life, Where Man Drinks Of Water Totally Unmixed With Bitterness, Is That Which Gushes For Him In The Calm And Shady Recess Of Domestic Life.

For Nothing Reaches The Heart But What Is From The Heart, Or Pierces The Conscience But What Comes From A Living Conscience

It Were Endless To Dispute Upon Everything That Is Disputable.