Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.
All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.
Our whole life is like a play.
A good man should and must Sit rather down with loss than rise unjust.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting.