The soul is strong that trusts in goodness.

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

But married once, a man is stak'd or pown'd, and cannot graze beyond his own hedge.

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

Gold--the picklock that never fails.

Ill news are swallow-winged, but what is good walks on crutches.

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