As We Grow Older, We

We Are Easily Comforted For The Misfortunes Of Our Friends, When Those Misfortunes Give Us An Occasion Of Expressing Our Affection And Solicitude.

Envy Is Destroyed By True Friendship, As Coquetry By True Love.

The World Is Full Of Pots Jeering At Kettles.

There Are Some Disguised Falsehoods So Like Truths, That 'twould Be To Judge Ill Not To Be Deceived By Them.

How Deceitful Hope May Be, Yet She Carries Us On Pleasantly To The End Of Life.