When The Cup Of Any Sensual Pleasure

Our Griefs, As Well As Our Joys, Owe Their Strongest Colors To Our Imaginations. There Is Nothing So Grievous To Be Borne That Pondering Upon It Will Not Make It Heavier; And There Is No Pleasure So Vivid That The Animation Of Fancy Cannot Liven It.

But The Most Annoying Of All Public Reformers Is The Personal Satirist. Though He May Be Considered By Some Few As A Useful Member Of Society, Yet He Is Only Ranked With The Hangman, Whom We Tolerate Because He Executes The Judgment We Abhor To Do Ourselves, And Avoid With A Natural Detestation Of His Office. The Pen Of The One And The Cord Of The Other Are Inseparable In Our Minds.

Where There Is Any Good Disposition, Confidence Begets Faithfulness; But Distrust, If It Do Not Produce Treachery; Never Fails To Destroy Every Inclination To Evince Fidelity. Most People Disdain To Clear Themselves From The Accusations Of Mere Suspicion.

Nobility, Without Virtue, Is A Fine Setting Without A Gem

A Sincere Acquaintance With Ourselves Teaches Us Humility; And From Humility Springs That Benevolence Which Compassionates The Transgressors We Condemn, And Prevents The Punishments We Inflict From Themselves Partaking Of Crime, In Being Rather The Wreakings Of Revenge Than The Chastisements Of Virtue.