A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.

An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.