Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
Cheerful looks make every dish a feast, and it is that which crowns a welcome.
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.
Black detraction will find faults where they are not.
He that doth public good for multitudes, finds few are truly grateful