People May Be Taken In Once, Who

No People Can Be Great Who Have Ceased To Be Virtuous.

Nobody Can Write The Life Of A Man But Those Who Have Eat And Drunk And Lived In Social Intercourse With Him.

Indolence Is The Devil's Cushion.

No Wonder, Sir, That He Is Vain; A Man Who Is Perpetually Flattered In Every Mode That Can Be Conceived. So Many Bellows Have Blown The Fire, That One Wonders He Is Not By This Time Become A Cinder.

Pleasure That Is Obtained By Unreasonable And Unsuitable Cost Must Always End In Pain.