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Nobody's healthful without exercise,



If wisdom's friend, her best; if not, her foe.



Experience, joined to common sense,
To mortals is a providence.
Experience, wounded, is the school
Where men learn piercing wisdom.

To wilful men,
The injuries that they themselves procure,
Must be their schoolmasters.




A sober moderation is secure,
No violent extremes endure.



And eyes disclosed, what eyes alone could tell.




Faith lights us through the dark to Deity;
Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death,
To break the shock that nature cannot shun,
And lands thought smoothly on the further shore.


If forced from faith, forever miserable:
For what is misery but want of God?
And God is lost if faith be overthrown.

Soliman and Persida.


Let falsehood be a stranger to thy lips.
Shame on the policy that first began
To tamper with the heart, to hide its thoughts !
And doubly shame on that inglorious tongue,
That sold its honesty, and told 'a lie! Havard.


What is fame, and what is glory?
A dream! a lying jester's story,
To tickle fools withal, or be
A theme for second infancy,
A word of praise, perchance of blaine,
The wreck of a time-bandied

name, This, this is glory—this is fame.

Motherwell What so foolish as the chase of fame? How vain the prize! how impotent our aim ! For what are men who grasp at praise sublime, But bubbles on the rapid stream of time, That rise and fall, that swell, and are no more, Born, and forgot, ten thousand in an hour.

Young With fame, in just proportion, envy grows, The man that makes a character, makes foes. Young

Lives of great men all remind us,

We can make our lives sublime, And departing leave behind us,

Footprints on the sands of time.



To you, your father should be as a god. Shakspeare

A father's heart, Is tender, though the man be made of stone.


Fashion—a word which knaves and fools may use,
Their knavery and folly to excuse.
To copy beauties, forfeits all pretence
To fame: to copy faults, is want of sense. Churchill.

Nothing exceeds in ridicule, no doubt,
A fool in fashion, but a fool that's out ;
His passion for absurdity's so strong,
He cannot bear a rival in the wrong.
Though wrong the mode, comply: more sense is shown,
In wearing others' follies than your own.



Fear on guilt attends, and deeds of darkness;
The virtuous breast ne'er knows it.



Of all wild beasts, preserve me from a tyrant;
And of all tame, a flatterer.



'Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool;
And scarce in human wisdom to do more.



Who from crimes would pardoned be,
In mercy should set others free.


'Tis easier for the generous to forgive, Than for offence to ask it.



The narrow soul Knows not the god-like glory of forgiving. Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, But God will never.



Fortitude is not the appetite
Of formidable things, nor inconsult
Rashness; but virtue fighting for a truth. Nabb.
True fortitude is seen in great exploits
That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides;
All else is towering frenzy and distraction. Addison.
Fortitude as the mountain cedar shows,
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm.



The friends thou hast, and their devotion tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

Shakspeare. A friend should bear his friends' infirmities.

Shakspeare. First on thy friend deliberate with thyself; Pause, ponder, sift; not eager in the choice, Nor jealous of the chosen; fixing, fix ;Judge before friendship, then confide till death.

Young, Heaven gives us friends, to bless the present scene; Resumes them, to prepare us for the next. Young


Friendship is no plant of hasty growth;
Though planted in esteem's deep fixed soil,
The gradual culture of kind intercourse
Must bring it to perfection.

Joanna Baillie.
Friendship’s the privilege
Of private men; for wretched greatness knows
No blessing so substantial.

Tate. Who knows the joys of friendship? The trust, security, and mutual tenderness, The double joys, where each is glad for both ? Friendship, our only wealth, our last retreat and strength Secure against ill-fortune and the world. Rowe. I have too deeply read mankind To be amused with friendship; 'tis a name Invented merely to betray credulity: 'Tis intercourse of interest-not of souls. Havard.

The friendships of the world are oft
Confederacies in vice, or leagues in pleasure. Addison.
That friendship's raised on sand,
Which every sudden gust of discontent,
Or flowing of our passions, can change
As if it ne'er had been.



Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought !
Through what variety of untried being,
Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ?
The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me;
But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.


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