Provision Is The Foundation Of Hospitality, And

The End Of All Knowledge Should Be In Virtuous Action.

O Sweet Woods, The Delight Of Solitariness!

It Is A Lively Spark Of Nobleness To Descend In Most Favour To One When He Is Lowest In Affliction

Who Shoots At The Mid-day Sun, Though He Be So Sure He Shall Never Hit The Mark, Yet As Sure As He Is, He Shall Shoot Higher Than He Who Aims At A Bush.

What Is Birth To A Man If It Shall Be A Stain To His Dead Ancestors To Have Left Such An Offspring?