No Man In His Senses Will Dance.

Hatred Is A Settled Anger.

In All Great Arts, As In Trees, It Is The Height That Charms Us; We Care Nothing For The Roots Or Trunks, Yet It Could Not Be Without The Aid Of These.

There Is No Treasure The Which May Be Compared Unto A Faithful Friend; Gold Some Decayeth, And Worldly Wealth Consumeth, And Wasteth In The Winde; But Love Once Planted In A Perfect And Pure Minde Indureth Weale And Woe; The Frownes Of Fortune, Come They Never So Unkinde, Cannot The Same Overthrowe.

Friendship Was Given By Nature To Be An Assistant To Virtue, Not A Companion In Vice.

The Leaders Should All Relate To This Principle: The Governed Must Be As Happy As Possible.