Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.

Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.

No man is worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or ever will be so.

Custom is the law of fools.

We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.

Love, like virtue, is its own reward.

Love's like virtue, its own reward.