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There Is Nobody So Weak Of Invention That Cannot Make Some Little Stories To Villify His Enemy.

Plutarch Says Very Finely That A Man Should Not Allow Himself To Hate Even His Enemies.

Temperance Gives Nature Her Full Play, And Enables Her To Exert Herself In All Her Force And Vigor.

Nothing Is More Amiable Than True Modesty, And Nothing More Contemptible Than The False. The One Guards Virtue, The Other Betrays It.

Tis Heaven Itself, That Points Out An Hereafter, And Intimates Eternity To Man.