A Vain Man Is A Nauseous Creature:

Dislike What Deserves It, But Never Hate: For That Is Of The Nature Of Malice; Which Is Almost Ever To Persons, Not Things, And Is One Of The Blackest Qualities Sin Begets In The Soul.

Love Grows. Lust Wastes By Enjoyment, And The Reason Is, That One Springs From An Union Of Souls, And The Other From An Union Of Sense.

Perfect Love Casteth Out Fear.

And He That Is Taught To Live Upon Little, Owes More To His Father's Wisdom, Than He That Has A Great Deal Left Him, Does To His Father's Care.

Some Are So Very Studious Of Learning What Was Done By The Ancients That They Know Not How To Live With The Moderns.