And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
A guest never forgets the host who had treated him kindly.
I detest the man who hides one thing in the depth of his heart and speaks forth another.
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.
The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.
For too much rest becomes a pain.