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Nobody's healthful without exercise,
Experience, joined to common sense,
To wilful men,
A sober moderation is secure,
And eyes disclosed, what eyes alone could tell.
Faith lights us through the dark to Deity;
If forced from faith, forever miserable:
Soliman and Persida.
Let falsehood be a stranger to thy lips.
What is fame, and what is glory?
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,
Nothing exceeds in ridicule, no doubt,
Fear on guilt attends, and deeds of darkness;
Of all wild beasts, preserve me from a tyrant;
'Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool;
Who from crimes would pardoned be,
'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
The friends thou hast, and their devotion tried,
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;
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
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought !