I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has

Virtue Is Persecuted By The Wicked More Than It Is Loved By The Good.

The Ass Bears The Load, But Not The Overload.

It Seldom Happens That Any Felicity Comes So Pure As Not To Be Tempered And Allayed By Some Mixture Of Sorrow.

I Would Do What I Pleased, And Doing What I Pleased, I Should Have My Will, And Having My Will, I Should Be Contented; And When One Is Contented, There Is No More To Be Desired; And When There Is No More To Be Desired, There Is An End Of It.

Spare Your Breath To Cool Your Porridge.