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.

Conscience and wealth are not always neighbors.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.

For any man to match above his rank is but to sell his liberty.

Cheerful looks make every dish a feast, and it is that which crowns a welcome.

Petitions, not sweetened with gold, are but unsavory and oft refused; or, if received, are pocketed, not read.