0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.
Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.
The over curious are not over wise.
Gold--the picklock that never fails.
He is not valiant that dares lie; but he that boldly bears calamity.
He that doth public good for multitudes, finds few are truly grateful