True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it.
Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.
Love's like virtue, its own reward.
We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.
Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals
When debtors once have borrowed all we have to lend, they are very apt to grow shy of their creditors' company.