As the index tells us the contents of stories and directs to the particular chapter, even so does the outward habit and superficial order of garments (in man or woman) give us a taste of the spirit, and demonstratively point (as it were a manual note from the margin) all the internal quality of the soul; and there cannot be a more evident, palpable, gross manifestation of poor, degenerate, dunghilly blood and breeding than a rude, unpolished, disordered, and slovenly outside.

Conscience and wealth are not always neighbors.

Such as ne'er saw swans May think crows beautiful.

To doubt is worse than to have lost; And to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.

He that knows no guilt can know no fear.

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

Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation.