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The Proper Work Of Man, The Grand Drift Of Human Life, Is To Follow Reason, That Noble Spark Kindled In Us From Heaven.

As A Stick, When Once It Is Dry And Stiff You May Break It, But You Can Never Bend It Into A Straighter Posture; So Doth The Man Become Incorrigible Who Is Settled And Stiffened Into Vice.

No Man Speaketh, Or Should Speak, Of His Prince, That Which He Hath Not Weighed Whether It Will Consist With That Veneration Which Should Be Preserved Inviolate To Him.

Generosity Is Nothing More Seen Than In A Candid Estimation Of Other Men's Virtues And Good Qualities.

He That Loveth A Book Will Never Want A Faithful Friend, A Wholesome Counsellor, A Cheerful Companion, An Effectual Comforter. By Study, By Reading, By Thinking, One May Innocently Divert And Pleasantly Entertain Himself, As In All Weathers, So In All Fortunes.