Human Nature Is Fond Of Novelty.

An Object In Possession Seldom Retains The Same Charm That It Had In Pursuit.

It Is This Earth That, Like A Kind Mother, Receives Us At Our Birth, And Sustains Us When Born; It Is This Alone, Of All The Elements Around Us, That Is Never Found An Enemy Of Man.

Many Other Means There Be, That Promise The Foreknowledge Of Things To Come: Besides The Raising Up And Conjuring Of Ghosts Departed, The Conference Also With Familiars And Spirits Infernal. And All These Were Found Out In Our Days, To Be No Better Than Vanities And False Illusions.

We Ought To Be Guarded Against Every Appearance Of Envy, As A Passion That Always Implies Inferiority Wherever It Resides.

Compassion And Shame Come Over One Who Considers How Precarious Is The Origin Of The Proudest Of Living Beings: Often The Smell Of A Lately Extinguished Lamp Is Enough To Cause A Miscarriage. And To Think That From Such A Frail Beginning A Tyrant Or Butcher May Be Born! You Who Trust In Your Physical Strength, Who Embrace The Gifts Of Fortune And Consider Yourself Not Their Ward But Their Son, You Who Have A Domineering Spirit, You Who Consider Yourself A God As Soon As Success Swells Your Breast, Think How Little Could Have Destroyed You!