Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself.

True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it.

A slighted woman knows no bounds.

Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals

Love's like virtue, its own reward.

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.