So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.
The patient must minister to himself
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.