Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.