Virtue, thou in rags, may challenge more than vice set off with all the trim of greatness.

0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.

How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,it ravishes all senses.

The soul is strong that trusts in goodness.

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

What pity 'tis, one that can speak so well, Should in his actions be so ill!

Gold--the picklock that never fails.