God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

And nature must obey necessity.

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.