Virtue Were A Kind Of Misery If

When I But Hear Her Sing, I Fare Like One That Raised, Holds His Ear To Some Bright Star In The Supremest Round; Through Which, Besides The Light That's Seen There May Be Heard, From Heaven Within, The Rests Of Anthems, That The Angels Sound.

Surely, If We Considered Detraction To Be Bred Of Envy, Nested Only In Deficient Minds, We Should Find That The Applauding Of Virtue Would Win Us Far More Honor Than The Seeking Slyly To Disparage It. That Would Show We Loved What We Commended, While This Tells The World We Grudge At What We Want In Ourselves.

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

No Man Can Expect To Find A Friend Without Faults; Nor Can He Propose Himself To Be So To Another. Without Reciprocal Mildness And Temperance There Can Be No Continuance Of Friendship. Every Man Will Have Something To Do For His Friend, And Something To Bear With In Him. The Sober Man Only Can Do The First; And For The Latter, Patience Is Requisite. It Is Better For A Man To Depend On Himself, Than To Be Annoyed With Either A Madman Or A Fool.

The Irresolute Man Flecks From One Egg To Another, So Hatches Nothing.