No shoots, says Friday, no yet, me shoot now, me no kill; me stay, give you one more laugh.

The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.

Wealth, howsoever got, in England makes lords of mechanics, gentlemen of rakes; Antiquity and birth are needless here; 'Tis impudence and money makes a peer.

It happen'd one Day about Noon going towards my Boat, I was exceedingly surpriz'd with the Print of a Man's naked Foot on the Shore.

Pride, the first peer and president of Hell.

What are the sorrows of other men to us, and what their joy?

I am giving an account of what was, not of what ought or ought not to be.