There Is No Belittling Worse Than To

Fear, If It Be Not Immoderate, Puts A Guard About Us That Does Watch And Defend Us; But Credulity Keeps Us Naked, And Lays Us Open To All The Sly Assaults Of Ill-intending Men: It Was A Virtue When Man Was In His Innocence; But Since His Fall, It Abuses Those That Own It.

It Is To Be Doubted Whether He Will Ever Find The Way To Heaven Who Desires To Go Thither Alone.

I Love The Man That Is Modestly Valiant; That Stirs Not Till He Most Needs, And Then To Purpose. A Continued Patience I Commend Not.

Perfection Is Immutable. But For Things Imperfect Change Is The Way To Perfect Them. It Gets The Name Of Wilfulness When It Will Not Admit Of A Lawful Change To The Better. Therefore Constancy Without Knowledge Cannot Be Always Good. In Things Ill It Is Not Virtue, But An Absolute Vice.

Honesty Is A Warrant Of Far More Safety Than Fame.