Whilst Our Hearts Are Violently Set Upon

Friendship Is A Virtue Which Comprehends All The Rest; None Being Fit For This, Who Is Not Adorned With Every Other Virtue.

None Of God's Creatures Absolutely Consider'd Are In Their Own Nature Contemptible; The Meanest Fly, The Poorest Insect Has Its Use And Vertue.

That Man Indeed Can Never Be Good At Heart, Who Is Full Of Himself And His Own Endowments.

For Certainly There Cannot Be A Higher Pleasure Than To Think That We Love And Are Beloved By The Most Amiable And Best Being.

Your Glass Will Not Do You Half So Much Service As A Serious Reflection On Your Own Minds.