Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.

Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.

Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.

Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.