He Is Not Valiant That Dares Lie;

You May Boldly Say, You Did Not Plough Or Trust The Barren And Ungrateful Sands With The Fruitful Grain Of Your Religious Counsels.

Virgin Me No Virgins! I Must Have You Lose That Name, Or You Lose Me.

The Sum Of All That Makes A Just Man Happy Consists In The Well Choosing Of His Wife: And There, Well To Discharge It, Does Require Equality Of Years, Of Birth, Of Fortune; For Beauty Being Poor, And Not Cried Up By Birth Or Wealth, Can Truly Mix With Neither. And Wealth, When There's Such Difference In Years, And Fair Descent, Must Make The Yoke Uneasy.

Virtue, Thou In Rags, May Challenge More Than Vice Set Off With All The Trim Of Greatness.

A Willing Mind Makes A Hard Journey Easy.