And, If I Were So Low That

Virtues Go Ever In Troops; They Go So Thick, That Sometimes Some Are Hid In The Crowd; Which Yet Are, But Appear Not.

Let Others Either Envy Or Pity Me; I Care Not, So Long As I Enjoy Myself.

Nothing Fools People As Much As Extreme Passion.

Heaven Hath Many Tongues To Talk Of It, More Eyes To Behold It, But Few Hearts That Rightly Affect It.

There Is No Enemy Can Hurt Us But By Our Own Hands. Satan Could Not Hurt Us, If Our Own Corruption Betrayed Us Not. Afflictions Cannot Hurt Us Without Our Own Impatience. Temptations Cannot Hurt Us, Without Our Own Yieldance. Death Could Not Hurt Us, Without The Sting Of Our Own Sins. Sins Could Not Hurt Us, Without Our Own Impenitence.