Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

Life Has Been Compared To A Race, But The Allusion Improves By Observing, That The Most Swift Are Usually The Least Manageable And The Most Likely To Stray From The Course. Great Abilities Have Always Been Less Serviceable To The Possessors Than Moderate Ones.

Life At The Greatest And Best Is But A Froward Child, That Must Be Humored And Coaxed A Little Till It Falls Asleep, And Then All The Care Is Over.

Fear Guides More To Their Duty Than Gratitude; For One Man Who Is Virtuous From The Love Of Virtue, From The Obligation He Thinks He Lies Under To The Giver Of All, There Are Ten Thousand Who Are Good Only From Their Apprehension Of Punishment.

The Soul May Be Compared To A Field Of Battle, Where The Armies Are Ready Every Moment To Encounter. Not A Single Vice But Has A More Powerful Opponent, And Not One Virtue But May Be Overborne By A Combination Of Vices.

Pride In Their Port, Defiance In Their Eye, I See The Lords Of Humankind Pass By.