His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.

A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

Absence of proof is not proof of absence.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.