If ever wife was happy in a man, compare with me, ye women if you can.

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.

Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits.

I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.

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

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