There Are Those Who Never

It Hath Been Often Said, That It Is Not Death, But Dying, Which Is Terrible.

When The Effects Of Female Jealousy Do Not Appear Openly In Their Proper Colours Of Rage And Fury, We May Suspect That Mischievous Passion To Be At Work Privately, And Attempting To Undermine, What It Doth Not Attack Above-ground.

Now In Reality, The World Has Paid Too Great A Compliment To Critics, And Has Imagined Them To Be Men Of Much Greater Profundity Than They Really Are.

Prudence Is A Duty Which We Owe Ourselves, And If We Will Be So Much Our Own Enemies As To Neglect It, We Are Not To Wonder If The World Is Deficient In Discharging Their Duty To Us; For When A Man Lays The Foundation Of His Own Ruin, Others Too Often Are Apt To Build Upon It.

Though We May Sometimes Unintentionally Bestow Our Beneficence On The Unworthy, It Does Not Take From The Merit Of The Act. For Charity Doth Not Adopt The Vices Of Its Objects.