Virtue Is The Truest Liberty.

When I But Hear Her Sing, I Fare Like One That Raised, Holds His Ear To Some Bright Star In The Supremest Round; Through Which, Besides The Light That's Seen There May Be Heard, From Heaven Within, The Rests Of Anthems, That The Angels Sound.

Fear, If It Be Not Immoderate, Puts A Guard About Us That Does Watch And Defend Us; But Credulity Keeps Us Naked, And Lays Us Open To All The Sly Assaults Of Ill-intending Men: It Was A Virtue When Man Was In His Innocence; But Since His Fall, It Abuses Those That Own It.

Virtue Is The Truest Liberty.

Honesty Is A Warrant Of Far More Safety Than Fame.

A Sentence Well Couched Takes Both The Sense And Understanding. I Love Not Those Cart-rope Speeches That Are Longer Than The Memory Of Man Can Fathom.