If Men Are Wont To Play With

Generosity Is Nothing More Seen Than In A Candid Estimation Of Other Men's Virtues And Good Qualities.

Poetry Is A Kind Of Ingenious Nonsense (spence, Anecdotes

We Should Allow Others' Excellences, To Preserve A Modest Opinion Of Our Own.

No Adversity Is In Kind Or Degree Peculiar To Us; But If We Survey The Conditions Of Other Men (of Our Brethren Everywhere, Of Our Neighbours All About Us), And Compare Our Case With Theirs, We Shall Find That We Have Many Consorts And Associates In Adversity, Most As Ill, Many Far Worse Bestead Than Ourselves; Whence It Must Be A Great Fondness And Perverseness To Be Displeased That We Are Not Exempted From, But Exposed To Bear A Share In The Common Troubles And Burdens Of Mankind.

He Who Loveth A Book Will Never Want A Faithful Friend, A Wholesome Counsellor, A Cheerful Companion, Or An Effectual Comforter.