Contemplation is wisdom's best nurse.
Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.
What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.
Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.