War makes thieves and peace hangs them.
Hope is the poor man's bread.
Life is half spent before we know what it is.
He who cannot forgive breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass.
Love and a cough cannot be hid.
Sometimes the best gain is to lose.
Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.
Better a snotty child than his nose wip'd off
Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes error a fault, and truth discourtesy
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie
The eyes have one language everywhere
One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.
He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass if he would ever reach heaven; for everyone has need to be forgiven
The offender never pardons
When a friend asks there is no tomorrow
O Thou who has given us so much, mercifully grant us one thing more-a grateful heart.
Calmness is always Godlike
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast
One father is enough to govern one hundred sons, but not a hundred sons one father
There would be no great ones if there were no little ones
There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it
Hell is full of good meanings and wishings
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin
The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords If when the soul unto the lines accords
Punishment is lame, but it comes