There Would Not Be So

No Marvel If The Worldling Escape Earthly Afflictions. God Corrects Him Not. He Is Base Born And Begot. God Will Not Do Him The Favour To Whip Him. The World Afflicts Him Not, Because It Loves Him: For Each Man Is Indulgent To His Own. God Uses Not The Rod Where He Means To Use The Word. The Pillory Or Scourge Is For Those Malefactors That Shall Escape Execution.

Revenge Commonly Hurts Both The Offerer And Sufferer; As We See In A Foolish Bee, Which In Her Anger Invenometh The Flesh And Loseth Her Sting, And So Lives A Drone Ever After.

Nothing Fools People As Much As Extreme Passion.

I Will Rather Suffer A Thousand Wrongs Than Offer One. I Have Always Found That To Strive With A Superior Is Injurious; With An Equal, Doubtful; With An Inferior, Sordid And Base; With Any, Full Of Unquietness.

[w]e All Lie Down In Our Bed Of Earth As Sure To Wake As Ever We Can Be To Shut Our Eyes.