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Make Philosophy Thy Journey, Theology Thy Journey's End: Philosophy Is A Pleasant Way, But Dangerous To Him That Either Tires Or Retires; In This Journey It Is Safe Neither To Loiter Nor To Rest, Till Thou Hast Attained Thy Journey's End; He That Sits Down A Philosopher Rises Up An Atheist.

Be Not Too Slow In The Breaking Of A Sinful Custom; A Quick, Courageous Resolution Is Better Than A Gradual Deliberation; In Such A Combat He Is The Bravest Soldier That Lays About Him Without Fear Or Wit. Wit Pleads, Fear Disheartens; He That Would Kill Hydra Had Better Strike Off One Neck Than Five Heads: Fell The Tree, And The Branches Are Soon Cut Off.

My Soul, Sit Thou A Patient Looker-on; Judge Not The Play Before The Play Is Done: Her Plot Hath Many Changes; Every Day Speaks A New Scene; The Last Act Crowns The Play

Toyish Airs Please Trivial Ears.

There Be Three Sorts Of Government--monarchical, Aristocratical, Democratical; And They Are Apt To Fall Three Several Ways Into Ruin--the First, By Tyranny; The Second, By Ambition; The Last, By Tumults. A Commonwealth Grounded Upon Any One Of These Is Not Of Long Continuance; But, Wisely Mingled, Each Guards The Other And Makes That Government Exact.