I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell; but this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell

But how shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?- Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world; Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike

There is no road or ready way to virtue.

Yet at my devotion I love to use the civility of my knee, my hat, and hand.

What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.