He is not valiant that dares lie; but he that boldly bears calamity.
Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation.
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.
He that doth public good for multitudes, finds few are truly grateful
He that knows no guilt can know no fear.
0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.