For sudden Joys, like Griefs, confound at first.

For sudden Joys, like Griefs, confound at first.

All our discontents about what we want appeared to spring from the want of thankfulness for what we have.

I know not what to call this, nor will I urge that it is a secret, overruling decree, that hurries us on to be the instruments of our own destruction, even though it be before us, and that we rush upon it with our eyes open.

The best of men cannot suspend their fate; The good die early, and the bad die late.

Wealth, howsoever got, in England makes lords of mechanics, gentlemen of rakes; Antiquity and birth are needless here; 'Tis impudence and money makes a peer.

Justice is always Violence to the Party offending, for every Man is Innocent in his own Eyes.