The fortitude of a Christian consists in patience, not in enterprises which the poets call heroic, and which are commonly the effects of interest, pride and worldly honor.

So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.

Deathless laurel is the victor's due.

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.

Dead men tell no tales.