Dignity And Love Were Never Yet Boon

The Blackest Ink Of Fate Are Sure My Lot, And When Fate Writ My Name It Made A Blot.

Commend A Fool For His Wit, Or A Rogue For His Honesty And He Will Receive You Into His Favour.

It Is With Jealousy As With The Gout. When Such Distempers Are In The Blood, There Is Never Any Security Against Their Breaking Out, And That Often On The Slightest Occasions, And When Least Suspected.

The Exceptions Of The Scrupulous Put One In Mind Of Some General Pardons Where Everything Is Forgiven Except Crimes.

Nothing Can Be So Quick And Sudden As The Operations Of The Mind, Especially When Hope, Or Fear, Or Jealousy, To Which The Other Two Are But Journeymen, Set It To Work.