We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.
I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.
Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
Force works on servile natures, not the free.
It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
Affliction teacheth a wicked person sometime to pray; prosperity never.