Good manners and soft words have brought many a difficult thing to pass.
Love's like virtue, its own reward.
Tho marriage be a lottery in which there are a wondrous many blanks, yet there is one inestimable lot in which the only heaven on earth is written.
The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.
When debtors once have borrowed all we have to lend, they are very apt to grow shy of their creditors' company.
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.