Death Is Dreadful To The Man Whose

Friendship Improves Happiness And Abates Misery, By The Doubling Of Our Joy And The Dividing Of Our Grief.

Virtue Is Its Own Reward.

Without Your Knowledge, The Eyes And Ears Of Many Will See And Watch You, As They Have Done Already.

For What Is There More Hideous Than Avarice, More Brutal Than Lust, More Contemptible Than Cowardice, More Base Than Stupidity And Folly?

For If That Last Day Does Not Occasion An Entire Extinction, But A Change Of Abode Only, What Can Be More Desirable? And If It, On The Other Hand, Destroys And Absolutely Puts An End To Us, What Can Be Preferable To Having A Deep Sleep Fall On Us In The Midst Of The Fatigues Of Life And, Being Thus Overtaken, To Sleep To Eternity?