As Children make a Man poor in one Sense, so in another they inforce Care, and that begetteth Riches.
Love is presently out of Breath when it is to go up Hill, from the Children to the Parents.
Fear.
’Tis good to have Men in Awe, but dangerous to have them afraid of us.
The Mean is so nice, that the hitting upon it is oftner the Effect of Chance than of Skill.
A Degree of Fear sharpeneth, the Excess of it stupifieth.
It is as scandalous not to fear at some times, as it can be to be afraid at others.
Flattery.
Folly begets Want, and Want Flattery; so that Flattery, with all its Wit, is the Grandchild of Folly.
Were it not for Bunglers in the manner of doing it, hardly any Man would ever find out he was laughed at.