A Churlish Courtesy Rarely Comes But Either

I Am No Herald To Inquire Into Men's Pedigree; It Sufficeth Me If I Know Their Virtues.

It Depends On Education--that Holder Of The Keys Which The Almighty Hath Put Into Our Hands--to Open The Gates Which Lead To Virtue Or To Vice, To Happiness Or Misery.

Yet Sighes, Deare Sighes, Indeeds True Friends You Are That Do Not Leave Your Left Friend At The Wurst, But, As You With My Breast, I Oft Have Nurst So, Gratefull Now, You Waite Upon My Care.

The Violence Of Sorrow Is Not At The First To Be Striven Withal; Being, Like A Mighty Beast, Sooner Tamed With Following Than Overthrown By Withstanding.

Gold Can Gild A Rotten Stick, And Dirt Sully An Ingot.