Negligence Is The Rust Of

Virtue Were A Kind Of Misery If Fame Were All The Garland That Crowned Her.

Virtue Is The Truest Liberty.

Fear, If It Be Not Immoderate, Puts A Guard About Us That Does Watch And Defend Us; But Credulity Keeps Us Naked, And Lays Us Open To All The Sly Assaults Of Ill-intending Men: It Was A Virtue When Man Was In His Innocence; But Since His Fall, It Abuses Those That Own It.

Truth And Fidelity Are The Pillars Of The Temple Of The World; When These Are Broken, The Fabric Falls, And Crushes All To Pieces.

There Is No Man But For His Own Interest Hath An Obligation To Be Honest. There May Be Sometimes Temptations To Be Otherwise; But, All Cards Cast Up, He Shall Find It The Greatest Ease, The Highest Profit, The Best Pleasure, The Most Safety, And The Noblest Fame, To Hold The Horns Of This Altar, Which, In All Assays, Can In Himself Protect Him.