446.

Narrowness of mind is frequently the cause of obstinacy. We do not easily believe beyond what we see.-Ib.

447.

Absence destroys small passions, and increases great ones; as the wind extinguishes tapers, and kindles fires.-Ib.

448.

We are by no means aware how much we are influenced by our passions.—Ib.

449.

In their first desires women love the lover, afterwards the passion.-Ib. Byron also.

450.

If we were not proud ourselves, we should not complain of the pride of others.-Ib.

451.

The same pride which makes us condemn the faults we imagine ourselves exempt from, inclines us to despise the good qualities we are not possessed of.-Ib.

452.

It is more difficult to conceal the sensations we have, than to feign those we have not.-Ib.

453.

We commonly slander more through vanity, than malice.-Ib.

454.

We speak little when vanity does not prompt us,-Ib.

455.

As it is a characteristic of great wits to say much in a few words, so small wits seem to have the gift of speaking much and saying nothing.—Ib.

456.

The excessive pleasure we feel in talking of ourselves, ought to make us apprehensive that it gives but little to our auditors.-Ib.

457.

It is never more difficult to speak well, than when we are ashamed of our silence.-Ib.

458.

Our self-love bears with less patience the condemnation of our taste than our opinion.-Ib.

459.

Our enemies, in their judgment of us, come nearer to the truth than we do ourselves.-Ib.

460.

No man can answer for his courage who has never been in danger.-16.

461.

It is our own vanity which makes the vanity of others intolerable.-Ib.

462.

The most violent passions have their intermissions; vanity alone gives us no respite.-Ib.

463.

Weakness is the only incorrigible fault men have.

464.

Weak people are incapable of sincerity.-Ib.

465.

If there are men whose weak side has not been discovered, it is only because it has never been accurately sought after.—Ib.

466.

We often forgive those who tire us, but we cannot forgive those whom we tire.—Ib.

467.

Man's chief wisdom consists in knowing his follies. -Ib.

Ib.

468.

It is easier to be wise for others than ourselves.

469.

The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse as we grow old.-Ib.

470.

A man of sense finds less difficulty in submitting to a wrong-headed fellow, than in attempting to set him right.-Ib.

471.

The common foible of women who have been handsome, is to forget that they are no longer so.— Ib.

472.

The labour of the body relieves the pains of the mind; it is that which renders the poor happy.-Ib.

473.

Few things are necessary for the happiness of a wise man; nothing will content a fool: that is the reason why almost all men are miserable.-Ib.

474.

Lovers do not see the faults of their mistresses, until their enchantment is over.-Ib.

475.

Prudence and love are not made for each other; in proportion as love increases, prudence diminishes. -16.

476.

It is more difficult to hinder ourselves from being governed, than to govern others.—Ib.

477.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together; our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.-Shakspeare. 478.

Sweet are the uses of adversity;

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.—Ib.

479.

You have too much respect upon the world; they lose it, that do buy it with too much care.-Ib.

480.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes' palaces. It is a good divine that

follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree, such a hare is the madness of youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple.-16.

481.

All things that are,

Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

482.

For so it falls out`

That what we have we prize not to the worth,
While we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost,
Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue, that possession would not show us
While it was ours.

483.

For, brother, men

Ib.

Ib.

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ache with air, and agony with words:
No, no: 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow:
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral, when he shall endure

The like himself.

484.

For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,

Ib.

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,
Than women's are.

Ib.