Thy Modesty 's A Candle

Want Compassion Is Not To Be Numbered Among The General Faults Of Mankind. The Black Ingredient Which Fouls Our Disposition Is Envy. Hence Our Eyes, It Is To Be Feared, Are Seldom Turned Up To Those Who Are Manifestly Greater, Better, Wiser, Or Happier Than Ourselves, Without Some Degree Of Malignity, We Commonly Look Downward On The Mean And Miserable With Sufficient Benevolence And Pity.

There Is Nothing So Useful To Man In General, Nor So Beneficial To Particular Societies And Individuals, As Trade. This Is That Alma Mater, At Whose Plentiful Breast All Mankind Are Nourished.

Heroes, Notwithstanding The High Ideas Which, By The Means Of Flatterers, They May Entertain Of Themselves, Or The World May Conceive Of Them, Have Certainly More Of Mortal Than Divine About Them.

The Life Of A Coquette Is One Constant Lie; And The Only Rule By Which You Can Form Any Correct Judgment Of Them Is That They Are Never What They Seem.

Perhaps The Summary Of Good-breeding May Be Reduced To This Rule. "behave Unto All Men As You Would They Should Behave Unto You." This Will Most Certainly Oblige Us To Treat All Mankind With The Utmost Civility And Respect, There Being Nothing That We Desire More Than To Be Treated So By Them.