Virtue Dwells At The Head Of A

He Who Would Be Singular In His Apparel Had Need Have Something Superlative To Balance That Affectation.

Men Are Like Wine,--not Good Before The Lees Of Clownishness Be Settled.

Vice Is A Peripatetic, Always In Progression.

Meditation Is The Soul's Perspective Glass.

Fear, If It Be Not Immoderate, Puts A Guard About Us That Does Watch And Defend Us; But Credulity Keeps Us Naked, And Lays Us Open To All The Sly Assaults Of Ill-intending Men: It Was A Virtue When Man Was In His Innocence; But Since His Fall, It Abuses Those That Own It.