He tried the luxury of doing good.
A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.
Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I've done it from my youth.
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune.
Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food.
'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.