The luxury of doing good surpasses every other personal enjoyment.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
Who hath not heard the rich complain Of surfeits, and corporeal pain? He barr'd from every use of wealth, Envies the ploughman's strength and health.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
Can love be controll'd by advice?