Black detraction will find faults where they are not.

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.

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.

Conscience and wealth are not always neighbors.

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

Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.