The soul is strong that trusts in goodness.

Petitions, not sweetened with gold, are but unsavory and oft refused; or, if received, are pocketed, not read.

Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.

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

My dancing days are past.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn.