That man is thought a dangerous knave, Or zealot plotting crime, Who for advancement of his kind Is wiser than his time.

I would like to have a second chance at my first love.

Intemperance is the epitome of every crime, the cause of every kind of misery.

There are a good many pious people who are as careful of their religion as of their best service of china, only using it on holy occasions, for fear it should get chipped or flawed in working-day wear.

Wits, like drunken men with swords, are apt to draw their steel upon their best acquaintances.

Rogues are prone to find things before they are lost.

The sharp employ the sharp.