Custom Is A Second Nature, And No

I Walk Firmer And More Secure Uphill Than Down.

And Obstinacy Is The Sister Of Constancy, At Least In Vigour And Stability.

And As Hearbes And Trees Are Bettered And Fortified By Being Transplanted, So Formes Of Speach Are Embellished And Graced By Variation.... As In Our Ordinary Language, We Shall Sometimes Meete With Excellent Phrases, And Quaint Metaphors, Whose Blithnesse Fadeth Through Age, And Colour Is Tarnish By To Common Using Them.

Friendship Is The Highest Degree Of Perfection In Society.

Habituation Puts To Sleep The Eye Of Our Judgment.