Tis the only discipline we are born for; all studies else are but as circular lines, and death the center where they all must meet.

Such as ne'er saw swans May think crows beautiful.

Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation.

He is not valiant that dares lie; but he that boldly bears calamity.

Virtue, thou in rags, may challenge more than vice set off with all the trim of greatness.

As the index tells us the contents of stories and directs to the particular chapter, even so does the outward habit and superficial order of garments (in man or woman) give us a taste of the spirit, and demonstratively point (as it were a manual note from the margin) all the internal quality of the soul; and there cannot be a more evident, palpable, gross manifestation of poor, degenerate, dunghilly blood and breeding than a rude, unpolished, disordered, and slovenly outside.

He that knows no guilt can know no fear.