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As The Malicious Disposition Of Mankind Is Too Well Known, And The Cruel Pleasure Which They Take In Destroying The Reputation Of Others, The Use We Are To Make Of This Knowledge Is, To Afford No Handle For Reproach; For Bad As The World Is, It Seldom Falls On Anyone Who Hath Not Given Some Slight Cause For Censure.

When Mighty Roast Beef Was The Englishman's Food It Ennobled Our Hearts And Enriched Our Blood-- Our Soldiers Were Brave And Our Courtiers Were Good. Oh! The Roast Beef Of England. And Old England's Roast Beef.

The Good Or Evil We Confer On Others Very Often, I Believe, Recoils On Ourselves; For As Men Of A Benign Disposition Enjoy Their Own Acts Of Beneficence Equally With Those To Whom They Are Done, So There Are Scarce Any Natures So Entirely Diabolical As To Be Capable Of Doing Injuries Without Paying Themselves Some Pangs For The Ruin Which They Bring On Their Fellow-creatures.

Human Life Very Much Resembles A Game Of Chess: For, As In The Latter, While A Gamester Is Too Attentive To Secure Himself Very Strongly On One Side Of The Board, He Is Apt To Leave An Unguarded Opening On The Other, So Doth It Often Happen In Life.

No One Hath Seen Beauty In Its Highest Lustre Who Hath Never Seen It In Distress.