How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.
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- Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.
- Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. –
- Ceremony was but devised at first to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere ‘Tis shown; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.
- A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.
- But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and wrecks not his own.
- The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.