It Is Not Enough That

O Innocence, How Glorious And Happy A Portion Art Thou To The Breast That Possesses Thee! Thou Fearest Neither The Eyes Nor The Tongues Of Men. Truth, The Most Powerful Of All Things, Is Thy Strongest Friend; And The Brighter The Light Is In Which Thou Art Displayed, The More It Discovers Thy Transcendent Beauties.

Distance Of Time And Place Do Really Cure What They Seem To Aggravate; And Taking Leave Of Our Friends Resembles Taking Leave Of The World, Concerning Which It Hath Been Often Said, That It Is Not Death But Dying Which Is Terrible.

What's Vice Today May Be Virtue, Tomorrow.

...the Act Of Eating,which Hath By Several Wise Men Been Considered As Extremely Mean And Derogatory From The Philosophic Dignity, Must Be In Some Measure Performed By The Greatest Prince, Hero, Or Philosopher Upon Earth; Nay, Sometimes Nature Hath Been So Frolicsome As To Exact Of These Dignified Characters A Much More Exorbitant Share Of This Office Than She Hath Obliged Those Of The Lowest Orders To Perform.

Prudence Is A Duty Which We Owe Ourselves, And If We Will Be So Much Our Own Enemies As To Neglect It, We Are Not To Wonder If The World Is Deficient In Discharging Their Duty To Us; For When A Man Lays The Foundation Of His Own Ruin, Others Too Often Are Apt To Build Upon It.