Diogenes Found More Rest In His Tub

Be Not Too Great A Niggard In The Commendations Of Him That Professes Thy Own Quality: If He Deserve Thy Praise, Thou Hast Discovered Thy Judgment; If Not, Thy Modesty: Honor Either Returns Or Reflects To The Giver.

Be As Far From Desiring The Popular Love As Fearful To Deserve The Popular Hate; Ruin Dwells In Both: The One Will Hug Thee To Death; The Other Will Crush Thee To Destruction: To Escape The First, Be Not Ambitious; To Avoid The Second, Be Not Seditious.

Let The Foundation Of Thy Affection Be Virtue, Then Make The Building As Rich As Glorious As Thou Canst; If The Foundation Be Beauty Or Wealth, And The Building Virtue, The Foundation Is Too Weak For The Building, And It Will Fall: Happy Is He, The Palace Of Whose Affection Is Founded Upon Virtue, Walled With Riches Glazed With Beauty, And Roofed With Honor.

Other Vices Make Their Own Way; This Makes Way For All Vices. He That Is A Drunkard Is Qualified For All Vice.

My Soul, The Seas Are Rough, And Thou A Stranger In These False Coasts; O Keep Aloof; There's Danger; Cast Forth Thy Plummet; See, A Rock Appears; Thy Ships Want Sea-room; Make It With Thy Tears.