What pity 'tis, one that can speak so well, Should in his actions be so ill!
Conscience and wealth are not always neighbors.
Gold--the picklock that never fails.
Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.
He that doth public good for multitudes, finds few are truly grateful
Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.