The greatest reverence is due to a child! If you are contemplating a disgraceful act, despise not your child's tender years.
It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.
Whenever fortune wishes to joke, she lifts people from what is humble to the highest extremity of affairs.
Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.