. . . The State Of Things

Every Man Has By The Law Of Nature A Right To Such A Waste Portion Of The Earth As Is Necessary For His Subsistence.

. . . The State Of Things And The Dispositions Of Men Were Then Such, That A Man Could Not Well Tell Whom He Might Trust Or Whom He Might Fear.

Pride Measures Prosperity Not By Her Own Advantages But By The Disadvantages Of Others. She Would Not Even Wish To Be A Goddess Unless There Were Some Wretches Left Whom She Could Order About And Lord It Over, Whose Misery Would Make Her Happiness Seem All The More Extraordinary, Whose Poverty Can Be Tormented And Exacerbated By A Display Of Her Wealth. This Infernal Serpent, Pervading The Human Heart, Keeps Men From Reforming Their Lives, Holding Them Back Like A Suckfish.

What Is Deferred Is Not Avoided.

For Men Use, If They Have An Evil Turn, To Write It In Marble; And Whoso Doth Us A Good Turn We Write It In Dust.