Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.

To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

In two opposite opinions, if one be perfectly reasonable, the other can't be perfectly right.

Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

Silence gives consent.