Friendship Is The Union Of Spirits.

They That Censure, Should Practice. Or Else Let Them Have The First Stone, And The Last Too.

Man, Being Made Reasonable, And So A Thinking Creature, There Is Nothing More Worthy Of His Being Than The Right Direction And Employment Of His Thoughts; Since Upon This Depends Both His Usefulness To The Public, And His Own Present And Future Benefit In All Respects.

Passion Is The Mob Of The Man, That Commits A Riot Upon His Reason.

Clear Therefore Thy Head, And Rally, And Manage Thy Thoughts Rightly, And Thou Wilt Save Time, And See And Do Thy Business Well; For Thy Judgment Will Be Distinct, Thy Mind Free, And The Faculties Strong And Regular.

Death Is But Crossing The World, As Friends Do The Seas; They Live In One Another Still. For They Must Needs Be Present, That Love And Live In That Which Is Omnipresent. In This Divine Glass, They See Face To Face; And Their Converse Is Free As Well As Pure. This Is The Comfort Of Friends, That Though They May Be Said To Die, Yet Their Friendship And Society Are, In The Best Sense, Ever Present, Because Immortal.