Vice Is A Peripatetic, Always In Progression.

He That, When He Should Not, Spends Too Much, Shall, When He Would Not, Have Too Little To Spend.

Riches, Though They May Reward Virtues, Yet They Cannot Cause Them; He Is Much More Noble Who Deserves A Benefit Than He Who Bestows One.

Some Are So Uncharitable As To Think All Women Bad, And Others Are So Credulous As To Believe They Are All Good. All Will Grant Her Corporeal Frame More Wonderful And More Beautiful Than Man's. And Can We Think God Would Put A Worse Soul Into A Better Body?

There Is No Detraction Worse Than To Overpraise A Man, For If His Worth Proves Short Of What Report Doth Speak Of Him, His Own Actions Are Ever Giving The Lie To His Honor.

Irresolution Is A Worse Vice Than Rashness. He That Shoots Best May Sometimes Miss The Mark; But He That Shoots Not At All Can Never Hit It. Irresolution Loosens All The Joints Of A State; Like An Ague, It Shakes Not This Nor That Limb, But All The Body Is At Once In A Fit. The Irresolute Man Is Lifted From One Place To Another; So Hatcheth Nothing, But Addles All His Actions.