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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Two may keep counsel when the third's away. Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 144. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Chaucer)

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Under the rose, since here are none but friends, (To own the truth) we have some private ends. Swift—Epilogue to a Benefit Play for the Distressed Weavers. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Browne}}) | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Miserum est tacere cogi, quod cupias loqui. You are in a pitiable condition when you have to conceal what you wish to tell. Syrus—Maxims. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Let your left hand turn away what your right hand attracts. Talmud. Sota. 47. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Taciturn vivit sub pectore vulnus. The secret wound still lives within the breast. Vergil—Æneid. IV. 67. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

SELF-EXAMINATION

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = As I walk'd by myself, I tallc'd to myself And myself replied to me; And the questions myself then put to myself, With their answers I give to thee. Barnard Barton—Colloquy with Myself. Appeared in Youth's Instructor, Dec, 1826. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Summe up at night what thou hast done by day; And in the morning what thou hast to do. Dresse and undresse thy soul; mark the decay And growth of it; if, with thy watch, that too Be down then winde up both ; since we shall be Most surely judg'd, make thy accounts agree. | author = Herbert | work = The Temple. The Church Porch. Next to last stanza. . | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = One self-approving hour whole years out-weighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas. | author = Pope | work = Essay on Man. | place = Ep. IV. L. 249. . | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my vory soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 88. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know. | author = | work = Measure for Measure. | place = Act II. Sc. 2. L. 136. | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Let not soft slumber close your eyes, Before you've collected thrice The train of action through the day! Where have my feet chose out their way? What have I learnt, where'er I've been, From all I've beard, from all I've seen? What have I more that's worth the knowing? What have I done that's worth the doing? What have I sought that I should shun? What duty have I left undone, Or into what new follies run? These self-inquiries are the road That lead to virtue and to God. Isaac Watts—Self Examination. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast. Wordsworth—The Excursion. Bk. IV. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = "Ks greatly wise to talk with our past hours; And ask them what report they bore to heaven: And how they might have borne more welcome news. Young—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 376. | author =  | work =  | place =  | note =  | topic =  | page = 696 }}

SELFISHNESS

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Chacun chez soi, chacun pour soi. Every one for his home, every one for himself. M. Dupin. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Where all are selfish, the sage is no better than the fool, and only rather more dangerous. Froude—Short Studies on Great Subjects. Party Politics. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Esto, ut nunc multi. dives tibi pauper amicis. Be, as many now are, luxurious to yourself, parsimonious to your friends. Juvenal—Satires. V. US. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = As for the largest-hearted of us, what is the word we write most often in our cheque-books? —"Self." Eden Phillpotts—A Shadow Passes. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd and unsung. Scott—Lay of the Last Minsirel. Canto VI. St. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = What need we any spur but our own cause, To prick us to redress? Julius Ceasar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 123. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. | author = Tennyson | work = Locksley Hall. L. 33. . | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Selfishness is the only real atheism; aspiration, unselfishness, the only real religion. Zanqwill—Children of the Ghetto. Bk. n. Ch. 16. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 696 }}