In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]
Govern your temper, which will rule you unless kept in subjection.
Nos numeros sumus et fruges consumere nati. We are but ciphers, born to consume earth's fruits.
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.
It is said that the propriety even of old Cato often yielded to the exciting influence of the grape.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.