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He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

Still To Be Neat, Still To Be Drest, As You Were Going To A Feast, Still To Be Powder'd, All Perfum'd. Lady, It Is To Be Presumed, Though Art's Hid Causes Are Not Found, All Is Not Sweet, All Is Not Sound.

Love That Is Ignorant And Hatred Have Almost The Same Ends.

I Would Rather Have A Plain Down-right Wisdom Than A Foolish And Affected Eloquence.

There Is No Bounty To Be Showed To Such As Have Real Goodness: Bounty Is A Spice Of Virtue; And What Virtuous Act Can Take Effect On Them That Have No Power Of Equal Habitude To Apprehend It?