How Many Would Die Did Not Hope

Irresolution Is A Worse Vice Than Rashness. He That Shoots Best May Sometimes Miss The Mark; But He That Shoots Not At All Can Never Hit It. Irresolution Loosens All The Joints Of A State; Like An Ague, It Shakes Not This Nor That Limb, But All The Body Is At Once In A Fit. The Irresolute Man Is Lifted From One Place To Another; So Hatcheth Nothing, But Addles All His Actions.

Fear, If It Be Not Immoderate, Puts A Guard About Us That Does Watch And Defend Us; But Credulity Keeps Us Naked, And Lays Us Open To All The Sly Assaults Of Ill-intending Men: It Was A Virtue When Man Was In His Innocence; But Since His Fall, It Abuses Those That Own It.

The Noblest Part Of A Friend Is An Honest Boldness In The Notifying Of Errors. He That Tells Me Of A Fault, Aiming At My Good, I Must Think Him Wise And Faithful--wise In Spying That Which I See Not; Faithful In A Plain Admonishment, Not Tainted With Flattery.

When Two Friends Part They Should Lock Up One Another's Secrets, And Interchange Their Keys.

Negligence Is The Rust Of The Soul That Corrodes Through All Her Best Resolves.