What I Am To Be, I Am

A Light Purse Is A Heavy Curse.

The Nearest I Can Make It Out, "love Your Enemies" Means, "hate Your Friends"

In Reality, There Is, Perhaps, No One Of Our Natural Passions So Hard To Subdue As Pride. Disguise It, Struggle With It, Beat It Down, Stifle It, Mortify It As Much As One Pleases, It Is Still Alive, And Will Every Now And Then Peep Out And Show Itself; You Will See It, Perhaps, Often In This History; For, Even If I Could Conceive That I Had Completely Overcome It, I Should Probably Be Proud Of My Humility.

In Every Animal That Walks Upright, The Deficiency Of The Fluids That Fill The Muscles Appears First In The Highest Part: The Face First Grows Lank And Wrinkled; Then The Neck; Then The Breast And Arms; The Lower Parts Continuing To The Last As Plump As Ever; So That Covering All Above With A Basket, And Regarding Only What Is Below The Girdle, It Is Impossible Of Two Women To Know An Old From A Young One.

If You Wou'd Have Guests Merry With Your Cheer, Be So Your Self, Or So At Least Appear.