LXXII.
Those people only will constantly trouble you with doing little offices for them, who least deserve you should do them any.
LXXIII.
We are sometimes apt to wonder to see those people proud, who have done the meanest things; whereas a consciousness of having done poor things, and a shame of hearing of them, often make the composition we call pride.
LXXIV.
An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie: for an excuse is a lie guarded.
LXXV.
Praise is like ambergris; a little whiff of it, and by snatches, is very agreeable; but when a man holds a whole lump of it to your nose, it is a stink, and strikes you down.
LXXVI.
The general cry is against ingratitude, be sure the complaint is misplaced, it should be against vanity. None but direct villains are capable of wilful ingratitude; but almost every body is capable of thinking he has done more than another deserves, while the other thinks he has received less than he deserves.
LXXVII.
I never knew any man in my life, who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
