Negligence Is The Rust Of The Soul

There Is No Man But For His Own Interest Hath An Obligation To Be Honest. There May Be Sometimes Temptations To Be Otherwise; But, All Cards Cast Up, He Shall Find It The Greatest Ease, The Highest Profit, The Best Pleasure, The Most Safety, And The Noblest Fame, To Hold The Horns Of This Altar, Which, In All Assays, Can In Himself Protect Him.

There Is No Belittling Worse Than To Over Praise A Man.

Fear, If It Be Not Immoderate, Puts A Guard About Us That Does Watch And Defend Us; But Credulity Keeps Us Naked, And Lays Us Open To All The Sly Assaults Of Ill-intending Men: It Was A Virtue When Man Was In His Innocence; But Since His Fall, It Abuses Those That Own It.

Every Man Should Study Conciseness In Speaking; It Is A Sign Of Ignorance Not To Know That Long Speeches, Though They May Please The Speaker, Are The Torture Of The Hearer.

A Combed Writing Will Cost Both Sweat And The Rubbing Of The Brain. And Combed I Wish It, Not Frizzled Or Curled.