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

Black detraction will find faults where they are not.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.

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

I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours.

Gold--the picklock that never fails.

Virtue, thou in rags, may challenge more than vice set off with all the trim of greatness.