It is the failing of youth not to be able to restrain its own violence.

Behold a worthy sight, to which the God, turning his attention to his own work, may direct his gaze. Behold an equal thing, worthy of a God, a brave man matched in conflict with evil fortune.

Friendship always benefits; love sometimes injures.

Death is a release from and an end of all pains.

What a great blessing is a friend with a heart so trusty you may safely bury all your secrets in it.

He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed.

Anger, though concealed, is betrayed by the countenance. ?That anger is not warrantable which hath seen two suns.