It Is Not The Head But The

Tis Very Great Pity That They Who Are So Apt To Over-rate Themselves In Smaller Matters, Shou'd, Where It Most Concerns Them To Know, And Stand Upon Their Value, Be So Insensible Of Their Own Worth.

If None Were To Marry, But Men Of Strict Vertue And Honour, I Doubt The World Would Be But Thinly Peopled.

None Can Be Tyrants But Cowards.

Unhappy Is That Grandeur Which Makes Us Too Great To Be Good; And That Wit Which Sets Us At A Distance From True Wisdom.

None Of God's Creatures Absolutely Consider'd Are In Their Own Nature Contemptible; The Meanest Fly, The Poorest Insect Has Its Use And Vertue.