Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.

We two are to ourselves a crowd.

Pedigree and ancestry and what we ourselves have not achieved, I scarcely recognize as our own.

The gift derives its value from the rank of the giver.

If you would marry suitably, marry your equal.

A thousand ills require a thousand cures.

I see and approve better things, but follow worse.