Where There Is Plenty, Charity Is A

Reason And Right Give The Quickest Despatch.

Take Heed Of A Speedy Professing Friend; Love Is Never Lasting Which Flames Before It Burns.

Virtue Were A Kind Of Misery If Fame Were All The Garland That Crowned Her.

For Converse Among Men, Beautiful Persons Have Less Need Of The Mind's Commending Qualities. Beauty In Itself Is Such A Silent Orator, That It Is Ever Pleading For Respect And Liking, And By The Eyes Of Others Is Ever Sending, To Their Hearts For Love.

Men Are Like Wine,--not Good Before The Lees Of Clownishness Be Settled.