Death And The Sun Are Not To

There Are Some Disguised Falsehoods So Like Truths, That 'twould Be To Judge Ill Not To Be Deceived By Them.

We Get So Much In The Habit Of Wearing Disguises Before Others That We Finally Appear Disguised Before Ourselves.

As Love Increases, Prudence Diminishes.

Men May Boast Of Their Great Actions; But They Are More Often The Effects Of Chance Than Of Design.

Our Envy Always Outlives The Felicity Of Its Object.