Who can love to walk in the dark? But providence doth often so dispose.

Who can love to walk in the dark? But providence doth often so dispose

No one rises so high as he who knows not whither he is going.

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours.

Not only strike while the iron is hot, but make it hot by striking.

Paint me as I am. If you leave out the scars and wrinkles, I will not pay you a shilling.