Some laborers have hard hands, and old sinners have brawny consciences.

I happy am, if well with you.

Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.

My age I will not once lament, / But sing, my time so near is spent.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

We must, therefore, be here as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a city above.

There is no object that we see; no action that we do; no good that we enjoy; no evil that we feel, or fear, but we may make some spiritual advantage of all: and he that makes such improvement is wise, as well as pious.