For any man to match above his rank is but to sell his liberty.
0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
He that knows no guilt can know no fear.
Such as ne'er saw swans May think crows beautiful.
He is not valiant that dares lie; but he that boldly bears calamity.