Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.
He was not of an age, but for all time!
Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.
Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.
It is less dishonor to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly. The ears are excused; the understanding is not.