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.

What pity 'tis, one that can speak so well, Should in his actions be so ill!

Ill news are swallow-winged, but what is good walks on crutches.

How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,it ravishes all senses.

But married once, a man is stak'd or pown'd, and cannot graze beyond his own hedge.

Conscience and wealth are not always neighbors.

Gold--the picklock that never fails.