Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient

But 'tis The Talent Of Our English Nation, Still To Be Plotting Some New Reformation.

The Gods, (if Gods To Goodness Are Inclined If Acts Of Mercy Touch Their Heavenly Mind), And, More Than All The Gods, Your Generous Heart, Conscious Of Worth, Requite Its Own Desert!

All, As They Say, That Glitters Is Not Gold.

The Propriety Of Thoughts And Words, Which Are The Hidden Beauties Of A Play, Are But Confusedly Judged In The Vehemence Of Action.

Love Taught Him Shame, And Shame With Love At Strife Soon Taught The Sweet Civilities Of Life.