For any man to match above his rank is but to sell his liberty.

The soul is strong that trusts in goodness.

What pity 'tis, one that can speak so well, Should in his actions be so ill!

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

How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,it ravishes all senses.

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.