My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.