A mother's pride, a father's joy.
Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.
The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!
come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last
Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.
Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.