From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.
Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.
When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
The luxury of doing good surpasses every other personal enjoyment.