Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
Order is heaven's first law.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Every woman is at heart a rake.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.