Eternity! Thou Pleasing, Dreadful Thought.

A Man With Great Talents, But Void Of Discretion, Is Like Polyphemus In The Fable, Strong And Blind, Endued With An Irresistible Force, Which For Want Of Sight Is Of No Use To Him.

Colors Speak All Languages.

Though A Man Cannot Abstain From Being Weak, He May From Being Vicious.

A Common Civility To An Impertinent Fellow, Often Draws Upon One A Great Many Unforeseen Troubles; And If One Doth Not Take Particular Care, Will Be Interpreted By Him As An Overture Of Friendship And Intimacy.

There Is Not A More Melancholy Object Than A Man Who Has His Head Turned With Religious Enthusiasm.