Happiness is a sunbeam, which may pass though a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray.
Ambition thinks no face so beautiful as that which looks from under a crown.
The truly great and good, in affliction, bear a countenance more princely than they are wont; for it is the temper of the highest hearts, like the palm-tree, to strive most upwards when it is most burdened.
To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.
It is no less vain to wish death than it is cowardly to fear it.
As well the soldier dieth who standeth still as he that gives the bravest onset.