Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation.
My dancing days are past.
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
He is not valiant that dares lie; but he that boldly bears calamity.
A willing mind makes a hard journey easy.
I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours.