Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.
Envy is a kind of praise.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?