We must bear what Heaven sends.

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.

Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.

The great happiness of life, I find, after all, to consist in the regular discharge of some mechanical duty.

A virtuous name is the precious only good, for which queens and peasants' wives must contest together.

As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.