The Daintiest Last, To Make The End

To Do A Great Right Do A Little Wrong.

Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do Not Go Forth To-day.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

Thyself And Thy Belongings Are Not Thine Own So Proper, As To Waste Thyself Upon Thy Virtues, They On Thee. Heaven Doth With Us As We With Torches Do, Not Light Them For Themselves; For If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us 't Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not. Spirits Are Not Finely Touch'd But To Fine Issues; Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence, But, Like A Thrifty Goddess, She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor - Both Thanks And Use.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.