The Volume Of Nature Is The Book

I Learn Several Great Truths; As That It Is Impossible To See Into The Ways Of Futurity, That Punishment Always Attends The Villain, That Love Is The Fond Soother Of The Human Breast.

A Man Who Leaves Home To Mend Himself And Others Is A Philosopher; But He Who Goes From Country To Country, Guided By The Blind Impulse Of Curiosity, Is A Vagabond.

Popular Glory Is A Perfect Coquette; Her Lovers Must Toil, Feel Every Inquietude, Indulge Every Caprice, And Perhaps At Last Be Jilted Into The Bargain. True Glory, On The Other Hand, Resembles A Woman Of Sense; Her Admirers Must Play No Tricks. They Feel No Great Anxiety, For They Are Sure In The End Of Being Rewarded In Proportion To Their Merit.

In Two Opposite Opinions, If One Be Perfectly Reasonable, The Other Can't Be Perfectly Right.

Be Not Affronted At A Joke. If One Throw Salt At Thee, Thou Wilt Receive No Harm, Unless Thou Art Raw.