The Flatterer Easily Insinuates Himself Into The

True Virtue, When She Errs, Needs Not The Eyes Of Men To Excite Her Blushes; She Is Confounded At Her Own Presence, And Covered With Confusion Of Face.

We Never Know The Blessings Bestowed On Us Until We Are Separated From The Possession Of Them.

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.

Compulsion Hardly Restores Right; Love Yields All Things.

People Do Not Always Understand The Motives Of Sublime Conduct, And When They Are Astonished They Are Very Apt To Think They Ought To Be Alarmed The Truth Is None Are Fit Judges Of Greatness But Those Who Are Capable Of It.