Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.

My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.

Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!

Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see another mountain in my life.

Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.

It is good to have friends at court.