The Infusion of a China plant sweetened with the pith of an Indian Cane.

Better to die ten thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.

Plutarch says very finely that a man should not allow himself to hate even his enemies.

Great souls by instinct to each other turn, demand alliance, and in friendship burn.

To a man of pleasure every moment appears to be lost, which partakes not of the vivacity of amusement.

I would fain ask one of these bigotted Infidels, supposing all the great Points of Atheism... were laid together and formed into a kind of Creed, according to the Opinions of the most celebrated Atheists; I say, supposing such a Creed as this were formed, and imposed upon any one People in the World, whether it would not require an infinitely greater Measure of Faith, than any Set of Articles which they so violently oppose.

If men would consider not so much wherein they differ, as wherein they agree, there would be far less of uncharitableness and angry feeling in the world.