Those Authors Who Would Find

A Man May Be So Much Of Everything That He Is Nothing Of Anything.

Nay, Madam, When You Are Declaiming, Declaim; And When You Are Calculating, Calculate.

That There Is Something In Advice Very Useful And Salutary, Seems To Be Equally Confessed On All Hands; Since Even Those That Reject It, Allow For The Most Part That Rejection To Be Wrong, But Charge The Fault Upon The Unskilful Manner In Which It Is Given; They Admit The Efficacy Of The Medicine, But Abhor The Nauseousness Of The Vehicle.

Our Desires Always Increase With Our Possessions. The Knowledge That Something Remains Yet Unenjoyed Impairs Our Enjoyment Of The Good Before Us.

A Blaze First Pleases And Then Tires The Sight.