Society Is Composed Of Slow Christians And

Confess Your Sins To The Lord And You Will Be Forgiven; Confess Them To Man And You Will Be Laughed At.

I Do Not Know Of A Better Cure For Sorrow Than To Pity Somebody Else.

Man Is My Brother, And I Am Nearer Related To Him Through His Vices Than I Am Through His Virtue.

Friendship Is Like Earthenware, Once Broken, It Can Be Mended; Love Is Like A Mirror, Once Broken That Ends It.

Satire That Is Seasonable And Just Is Often More Effectual Than Law Or Gospel.