Words Are As They Are Taken, And

The Blood That Is Once Inflamed With Wine Is Apt To Boil With Rage.

How Apt Nature Is, Even In Those Who Profess An Eminence In Holiness, To Raise And Maintain Animosities Against Those Whose Calling Or Person They Pretend To Find Cause To Dislike!

It Is Not The Bee's Touching On The Flowers That Gathers The Honey, But Her Abiding For A Time Upon Them, And Drawing Out The Sweet.

Words Are As They Are Taken, And Things Are As They Are Used. There Are Even Cursed Blessings.

Earthly Greatness Is A Nice Thing, And Requires So Much Chariness In The Managing, As The Contentment Of It Cannot Requite.