Friends fly away when the cask has been drained to the dregs.
Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.
All singers have this fault: if asked to sing among friends they are never so inclined; if unasked, they never leave off.
Posterity, thinned by the crime of its ancestors, shall hear of those battles.
No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.
Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans. It is lovely to be silly at the right moment.