It Is The Part Of A Wise

Blessed Be He Who Invented Sleep, A Cloak That Covers All A Man's Thoughts.

There Is A Strange Charm In The Thoughts Of A Good Legacy, Or The Hopes Of An Estate, Which Wondrously Removes Or At Least Alleviates The Sorrow That Men Would Otherwise Feel For The Death Of Friends.

For A Man To Attain To An Eminent Degree In Learning Costs Him Time, Watching, Hunger, Nakedness, Dizziness In The Head, Weakness In The Stomach, And Other Inconveniences.

Historians Ought To Be Precise, Faithful, And Unprejudiced; And Neither Interest Nor Fear, Hatred Nor Affection, Should Make Them Swerve From The Way Of Truth.

I Would Do What I Pleased, And Doing What I Pleased, I Should Have My Will, And Having My Will, I Should Be Contented; And When One Is Contented, There Is No More To Be Desired; And When There Is No More To Be Desired, There Is An End Of It.