Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.
Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.