There's no effrontery like that of a woman caught in the act; her very guilt inspires her with wrath and insolence.
The finishing stroke of all sorrow.
The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.
Rarely they rise by virtue's aid who lie plunged in the depth of helpless poverty.
Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice.
Nature, in giving tears to man, confessed that he Had a tender heart; this is our noblest quality.