His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.
Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.
Lend less than you owe.