Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.
The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.
Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals
Custom is the law of fools.
True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it.
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.