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Self-love Is The Love Of A Man's Own Self, And Of Everything Else For His Own Sake. It Makes People Idolaters To Themselves, And Tyrants To All The World Besides.

A Man's Worth Has Its Season, Like Fruit.

Jealousy Contains More Of Self-love Than Of Love.

We Judge So Superficially Of Things, That Common Words And Actions Spoke And Done In An Agreeable Manner, With Some Knowledge Of What Passes In The World, Often Succeed Beyond The Greatest Ability.

We Make Promises To The Extent That We Hope-and Keep Them To The Extent That We Fear.