I See No Virtue Where I Smell

We Sack, We Ransack To The Utmost Sands Of Native Kingdoms, And Of Foreign Lands: We Travel Sea And Soil; We Pry, And Prowl, We Progress, And We Prog From Pole To Pole.

Of All Vices Take Heed Of Drunkenness; Other Vices Are But Fruits Of Disordered Affections--this Disorders, Nay, Banishes Reason; Other Vices But Impair The Soul--this Demolishes Her Two Chief Faculties, The Understanding And The Will; Other Vices Make Their Own Way--this Makes Way For All Vices; He That Is A Drunkard Is Qualified For All Vice.

Seest Thou Good Days? Prepare For Evil Times. No Summer But Hath Its Winter. He Never Reaped Comfort In Adversity That Sowed Not In Prosperity.

Be As Far From Desiring The Popular Love As Fearful To Deserve The Popular Hate; Ruin Dwells In Both: The One Will Hug Thee To Death; The Other Will Crush Thee To Destruction: To Escape The First, Be Not Ambitious; To Avoid The Second, Be Not Seditious.

Reason Can Discover Things Only Near,--sees Nothing That's Above Her.