Virtue Were A Kind Of Misery If

To Be Gentle Is The Test Of A Lady.

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

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

God Has Made No One Absolute.

Any Man Shall Speak The Better When He Knows What Others Have Said, And Sometimes The Consciousness Of His Inward Knowledge Gives A Confidence To His Outward Behavior, Which Of All Other Is The Best Thing To Grace A Man In His Carriage.