Let Others Either Envy Or Pity Me;

For Every Bad There Might Be A Worse; And When One Breaks His Leg Let Him Be Thankful It Was Not His Neck.

Revenge Commonly Hurts Both The Offerer And Sufferer; As We See In A Foolish Bee, Which In Her Anger Invenometh The Flesh And Loseth Her Sting, And So Lives A Drone Ever After.

We Must First Pray, That God Would Make Us Wise; Before We Can Wish, He Would Make Us Happy.

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.

Virtues Go Ever In Troops; They Go So Thick, That Sometimes Some Are Hid In The Crowd; Which Yet Are, But Appear Not.