Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let

I Had Not To This Time Subsisted, But That I Was Supported By Your Frequent Courtesies And Favours.

Virtue, Thou In Rags, May Challenge More Than Vice Set Off With All The Trim Of Greatness.

He That Would Govern Others, First Should Be The Master Of Himself.

How Sweetly Sounds The Voice Of A Good Woman! It Is So Seldom Heard That, When It Speaks,it Ravishes All Senses.

What Can Innocence Hope For, When Such As Sit Her Judges Are Corrupted!