Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice

But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company.

To Err Is Human; To Forgive, Divine.

Who Are Next To Knaves? Those That Converse With Them.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.