The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

If there is a good will, there is great way.

Travelers must be content.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.