Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.
I came upstairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Music has charms to soothe the savage breast To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.