If We Would Mend The World, We

Nothing Shows Our Weakness More Than To Be So Sharp-sighted At Spying Other Men's Faults, And So Purblind About Our Own.

Passion Is The Mob Of The Man, That Commits A Riot Upon His Reason.

Covetousness Is The Greatest Of Monsters, As Well As The Root Of All Evil.

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.

A Garden, An Elaboratory, A Work - House, Improvements And Breeding, Are Pleasant And Profitable Diversions To The Idle And Ingenious: For Here They Miss Ill Company, And Converse With Nature And Art; Whose Variety Are Equally Grateful And Instructing; And Preserve A Good Constitution Of Body And Mind.