How use doth breed a habit in man! >>
How poor are they that have not patience. What wound did ever heal but >>
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! >>
Tricks and treachery are the practice of fools, that don't have brains >>
To give up pretensions is as blessed a relief as to get them ratified. >>
Every cloud has a silver lining. >>
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.