Thy modesty 's a candle to thy merit.

The dignity of history.

Love may be likened to a disease in this respect, that when it is denied a vent in one part, it will certainly break out in another; hence what a woman's lips often conceal, her eyes, her blushes, and many little involuntary actions betray.

Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others.

A broken heart is a distemper which kills many more than is generally imagined, and would have a fair title to a place in the bills of mortality, did it not differ in one instance from all other diseases, namely, that no physicians can cure it.

Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.

A rich man without charity is a rogue; and perhaps it would be no difficult matter to prove that he is also a fool.