O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Despair and die. The ghosts

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.