It Is Not The Bee's Touching On

Let Others Either Envy Or Pity Me; I Care Not, So Long As I Enjoy Myself.

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!

That Which The French Proverb Hath Of Sickness Is True Of All Evils, That They Come On Horseback, And Go Away On Foot; We Have Often Seen A Sudden Fall Or One Meal's Surfeit Hath Stuck By Many To Their Graves; Whereas Pleasures Come Like Oxen, Slow, And Heavily, And Go Away Like Post-horses, Upon The Spur.

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

A Good Man Is Kinder To His Enemy Than Bad Men Are To Their Friends.