It Hath Been Often Said, That It

Prudence Is A Duty Which We Owe Ourselves, And If We Will Be So Much Our Own Enemies As To Neglect It, We Are Not To Wonder If The World Is Deficient In Discharging Their Duty To Us; For When A Man Lays The Foundation Of His Own Ruin, Others Too Often Are Apt To Build Upon It.

The Dignity Of History.

We Must Eat To Live, And Not Live To Eat.

The Constant Desire Of Pleasing Which Is The Peculiar Quality Of Some, May Be Called The Happiest Of All Desires In This That It Rarely Fails Of Attaining Its End When Not Disgraced By Affectation.

Dignity And Love Were Never Yet Boon Companions.