Virtue Is Like Precious Odours,-most Fragrant When

Friends Are Thieves Of Time.

Beauty Itself Is But The Sensible Image Of The Infinite.

Young People Are Fitter To Invent Than To Judge; Fitter For Execution Than For Counsel; And More Fit For New Projects Than For Settled Business.

Certainly, It Is Heaven Upon Earth, To Have A Man's Mind Move In Charity, Rest In Providence, And Turn Upon The Poles Of Truth.

What Is Truth? Said Jesting Pilate; And Would Not Stay For An Answer.