He who preserves a man's life against his will does the same thing as if he slew him.
What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
There are faults we would fain pardon.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Enjoy in happiness the pleasures which each hour brings with it.
Capture your reader, let him not depart, from dull beginnings that refuse to start