Alas! all music jars when the soul's out of tune.

When God sends the dawn, he sends it for all.

For let us women be never so ill-favored, I imagine that we are always delighted to hear ourselves called handsome.

Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown.

It is one thing to praise discipline, and another to submit to it.

Blessed be those happy ages that were strangers to the dreadful fury of these devilish instruments of artillery, whose inventor I am satisfied is now in Hell, receiving the reward of his cursed invention, which is the cause that very often a cowardly base hand takes away the life of the bravest gentleman.

The guts carry the feet, not the feet the guts.