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I Would Have A Man Generous To His Country, His Neighbors, His Kindred, His Friends, And Most Of All His Poor Friends. Not Like Some Who Are Most Lavish With Those Who Are Able To Give Most Of Them.

Their Best And Most Wholesome Feeding Is Upon One Dish And No More And The Same Plaine And Simple: For Surely This Hudling Of Many Meats One Upon Another Of Divers Tastes Is Pestiferous. But Sundrie Sauces Are More Dangerous Than That.

To Laugh, If But For An Instant Only, Has Never Been Granted To Man Before The Fortieth Day From His Birth, And Then It Is Looked Upon As A Miracle Of Precocity.

No Man's Abilities Are So Remarkably Shining As Not To Stand In Need Of A Proper Opportunity.

True Happiness Consists In Being Considered Deserving Of It.