Believe me, 'tis a godlike thing to lend; to owe is a heroic virtue.

Fate leads the willing, and th' unwilling draws.

The farce is finished. I go to seek a vast perhaps.

Do you know what Agelisas said, when he was asked why the great city of Lacedomonie was not girded with walls? Because, pointing out the inhabitants and citizens of the city, so expert in military discipline and so strong and well armed: "Here," he said, "are the walls of the city," meaning that there is no wall but of bones, and that towns and cities can have no more secure nor stronger wall than the virtue of their citizens and inhabitants.

One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.

Appetite comes with eating.

Hungry bellies have no cars.