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

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

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

I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours.

The soul is strong that trusts in goodness.

He that knows no guilt can know no fear.

Ambition, in a private man is a vice, is in a prince the virtue.