Tell troth and shame the devil.
Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
It is the highest of earthly honors to be descended from the great and good. They alone cry out against a noble ancestry who have none of their own.
True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.
In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.