Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient

Desire Of Power, On Earth A Vicious Weed, Yet, Sprung From High, Is Of Celestial Seed: In God 'tisglory; And When Men Aspire, 'tis But A Spark Too Much Of Heavenly Fire.

Great Wits Are Sure To Madness Near Allied, And Thin Partitions Do Their Bounds Divide.

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

Many Things Impossible To Thought Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought.

If The Faults Of Men In Orders Are Only To Be Judged Among Themselves, They Are All In Some Sort Parties; For, Since They Say The Honour Of Their Order Is Concerned In Every Member Of It, How Can We Be Sure That They Will Be Impartial Judges?