43. Virtue's his path, but sometimes 'tis too narrow
For his vast soul, and then he starts wide out,
And bounds into a vice that bears him far
From his first course, and plunges him in ills.
Dryden—All for Love.
44. A man whom storms can never make
Meanly complain, nor can a flattering gale
Make him talk proudly.
Dr. Watts.
45. He'll prattle shrewdly with such witty folly,