For any man to match above his rank is but to sell his liberty.
The soul is strong that trusts in goodness.
He is not valiant that dares lie; but he that boldly bears calamity.
0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.
He that doth public good for multitudes, finds few are truly grateful
To doubt is worse than to have lost; And to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.