He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.
Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.
One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
My mind is clouded with a doubt.
The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.