Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.