Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.

Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned by the interchangement of your rings, And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony.

Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.

I am wealthy in my friends.

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.