We are so fond of one another, because our ailments are the same.
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We are so fond of one another, because our ailments are the same.
It is a very just reproach that there should be so much violence and hatred in religious matters among men who agree in all fundamentals, and only differ in some ceremonies, or mere speculative points.
When the heart is full, it is angry at all words that cannot come up to it.
If the poor found the rich disposed to supply their wants, or if the weak might always find protection from the mighty, they could none of them lament their own condition.
Arbitrary power is but the first natural step from anarchy, or the savage life.
What I have most at heart is, that some method should be thought on for ascertaining and fixing our language.
If your arguments be rational, offer them in as moving a manner as the nature of the subject will admit; but beware of letting the pathetic part swallow up the rational.
To be vain is rather a mark of humility than pride. Vain men delight in telling what honours have been done them, what great company they have kept, and the like; by which they plainly confess that these honours were more than their due, and such as their friends would not believe if they had not been told: whereas a man truly proud thinks the honours below his merit, and scorns to boast.
So endless and exorbitant are the desires of men, that they will grasp at all, and can form no scheme of perfect happiness with less.
Our mother-tongue, which truly of itself is both full enough for prose and stately enough for verse, hath long time been counted most bare and barren of both; which default when as some endeavoured to salve and cure, they patched up the holes with rags from other languages.