God Loveth Adverbs; And Cares Not How

How Endless Is That Volume Which God Hath Written Of The World! Every Creature Is A Letter, Every Day A New Page.

Earthly Greatness Is A Nice Thing, And Requires So Much Chariness In The Managing, As The Contentment Of It Cannot Requite.

How Easy It Is For Men To Be Swollen With Admiration Of Their Own Strength And Glory, And To Be Lifted Up So High As To Lose Sight Both Of The Ground Whence They Rose, And The Hand That Advanced Them.

How Apt Nature Is, Even In Those Who Profess An Eminence In Holiness, To Raise And Maintain Animosities Against Those Whose Calling Or Person They Pretend To Find Cause To Dislike!

Ambition Is Torment Enough For An Enemy; For It Affords As Much Discontentment In Enjoying As In Want, Making Men Like Poisoned Rats, Which, When They Have Tasted Of Their Bane, Cannot Rest Till They Drink, And Then Can Much Less Rest Till They Die