Love Labor: For If Thou

We Are Told Truly That Meekness And Modesty Are The Rich And Charming Garments Of The Soul. The Less Showy Our Outward Attire Is, The More Distinctly And Brilliantly Does The Beauty Of These Inner Garments Shine.

We Are Too Apt To Love Praise, But Not To Deserve It.

If You Protect A Man From Folly, You Will Soon Have A Nation Of Fools.

A Good End Cannot Sanctify Evil Means; Nor Must We Ever Do Evil, That Good May Come Of It... It Is As Great Presumption To Send Our Passions Upon God's Errands, As To Palliate Them With God's Name... We Are Too Ready To Retailiate, Rather Than Forgive, Or Gain By Love And Information. And Yet We Could Hurt No Man That We Believe Loves Us. Let Us Try Then What Love Will Do: For If Men Did Once See We Love Them, We Should Soon Find They Would Not Harm Us. Force May Subdue, But Love Gains: And He That Forgives First, Wins The Laurel.

A Private Life Is To Be Preferrd; The Honour And Gain Of Publick Posts, Bearing No Proportion With The Comfort Of It.