Friendship Demands Attention.

He Travels Best That Knows When To Return.

Yea, Marry, Now It Is Somewhat, For Now It Is Rhyme; Before, It Was Neither Rhyme Nor Reason.

And It Will Fall Out As In A Complication Of Diseases, That By Applying A Remedy To One Sore, You Will Provoke Another; And That Which Removes The One Ill Symptom Produces Others.

. . . The State Of Things And The Dispositions Of Men Were Then Such, That A Man Could Not Well Tell Whom He Might Trust Or Whom He Might Fear.

If We Lived In A State Where Virtue Was Profitable, Common Sense Would Make Us Saintly. But Since We See That Avarice, Anger, Pride And Stupidity Commonly Profit Far Beyond Charity, Modesty, Justice And Thought, Perhaps We Must Stand Fast A Little, Even At The Risk Of Being Heroes.