Necessity, the mother of invention.
'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad. Anything for the good of one's country-I'm a Roman for that.
'Tis a strange thing, Sam, that among us people can't agree the whole week, because they go different ways upon Sundays.
False love is only blinder.
The shortest pleasures are the sweetest.
Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks / Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks / The founder's you; the table is this place / The carvers we; the prologue is the grace / Each act a course, each scene, a different dish.