You Are No Better Than You Should

Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting Under Fortune's False Lottery, Desperately Run To Death, For Dread Of Death; That Soul's Most Stout, That, Bearing All Mischance, Dares Last It Out.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

All Confidence Which Is Not Absolute And Entire, Is Dangerous. There Are Few Occasions But Where A Man Ought Either To Say All, Or Conceal All; For, How Little So Ever You Have Revealed Of Your Secret To A Friend, You Have Already Said Too Much If You Think It Not Safe To Make Him Privy To All Particulars.

If Men Wound You With Injuries, Meet Them With Patience; Hasty Words Rankle The Wound, Soft Language Dresses It, Forgiveness Cures It, And Oblivion Takes Away The Scar. It Is More Noble By Silence To Avoid An Injury Than By Argument To Overcome It.