Virtue, thou in rags, may challenge more than vice set off with all the trim of greatness.
Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.
Such as ne'er saw swans May think crows beautiful.
0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.