Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
On the four aces doom'd to roll.