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.

To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.

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

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

Give me an honest laugher.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.

Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.