Life is not measured by the time we live.

Hence, in these times, untouch'd the pages lie, And slumber out their immortality.

Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I've done it from my youth.

Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.

To the house of a friend if you're pleased to retire, You must all things admit, you must all things admire; You must pay with observance the price of your treat, You must eat what is praised, and must praise what you eat.

"Lawyers Are": By law's dark by-ways he has stored his mind with wicked knowledge on how to cheat mankind.

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune.