Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.

For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.

Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Few know the use of life before 'tis past.

Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.