Honor is but an empty bubble.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.
Prodigious actions may as well be done, by weaver's issue, as the prince's son.
They think too little who talk too much.
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.