A good and faithful judge ever prefers the honorable to the expedient.

Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.

I court not the votes of the fickle mob.

Those who covet much suffer from the want.

Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.

Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.

And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.