Thwackum Was For Doing Justice, And Leaving

Enough Is Equal To A Feast.

Ingratitude Never So Thoroughly Pierces The Human Breast As When It Proceeds From Those In Whose Behalf We Have Been Guilty Of Transgressions.

Conscience Is A Judge In Every Man's Breast, Which None Can Cheat Or Corrupt, And Perhaps The Only Incorrupt Thing About Him; Yet, Inflexible And Honest As This Judge Is (however Polluted The Bench On Which He Sits), No Man Can, In My Opinion, Enjoy Any Applause Which Is Not There Adjudged To Be His Due.

There Is Scarcely Any Man, How Much Soever He May Despise The Character Of A Flatterer, But Will Condescend In The Meanest Manner To Flatter Himself.

Gaming Is A Vice The More Dangerous As It Is Deceitful; And, Contrary To Every Other Species Of Luxury, Flatters Its Votaries With The Hopes Of Increasing Their Wealth; So That Avarice Itself Is So Far From Securing Us Against Its Temptations That It Often Betrays The More Thoughtless And Giddy Part Of Mankind Into Them.