Where There Is Plenty, Charity Is A

Virtue Dwells At The Head Of A River, To Which We Cannot Get But By Rowing Against The Stream.

There Is No Detraction Worse Than To Overpraise A Man, For If His Worth Proves Short Of What Report Doth Speak Of Him, His Own Actions Are Ever Giving The Lie To His Honor.

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

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

Irresolution Is A Worse Vice Than Rashness. He That Shoots Best May Sometimes Miss The Mark; But He That Shoots Not At All Can Never Hit It. Irresolution Loosens All The Joints Of A State; Like An Ague, It Shakes Not This Nor That Limb, But All The Body Is At Once In A Fit. The Irresolute Man Is Lifted From One Place To Another; So Hatcheth Nothing, But Addles All His Actions.