A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.

Steady of heart and stout of hand.

The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor; while the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!