Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.
In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.
If you succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot, beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again; turn it new.
A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.
A good man will avoid the spot of any sin. The very aspersion is grievous, which makes him choose his way in his life, as he would in his journey.