Pity is akin to love.
The reconciling grave swallows distinction first, that made us foes; there all lie down in peace together.
Distress is virtue's opportunity: we only live to teach us how to die.
Lying's a certain mark of cowardice.
An oath is a recognizance to heaven, binding us over in the courts above to plead to the indictment of our crimes.
Words may be counterfeit, false coined, and current only from the tongue, without the mind; but passion is in the soul, and always speaks the heart.