Those Writers Who Lie On

If We Will Have The Kindness Of Others, We Must Endure Their Follies.

But It Is Evident, That These Bursts Of Universal Distress Are More Dreaded Than Felt; Thousands And Ten Thousands Flourish In Youth, And Wither In Age, Without The Knowledge Of Any Other Than Domestic Evils, And Share The Same Pleasures And Vexa­tions, Whether Their Kings Are Mild Or Cruel, Whether The Armies Of Their Country Pursue Their Enemies Or Retreat Before Them.

Reflect That Life, Like Every Other Blessing, Derives Its Value From Its Use Alone.

Sir, There Is No End Of Negative Criticism.

As Pride Sometimes Is Hid Under Humility, Idleness If Often Covered By Turbulence And Hurry.