For In Every Ill-turn Of

...whose Souls, Albeit In A Cloudy Memory, Yet Seek Back Their Good, But, Like Drunk Men, Know Not The Road Home.

In Other Living Creatures The Ignorance Of Themselves Is Nature, But In Men It Is A Vice.

Man Is So Constituted That He Then Only Excels Other Things When He Knows Himself.

Nothing Is Miserable But What Is Thought So, And Contrariwise, Every Estate Is Happy If He That Bears It Be Content.

Nothing Is Miserable Unless You Think It So.