They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.

There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.

The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.

Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.

There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.