Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.
If a man's fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it trips him up, if too small it pinches him.
A man perfect to the finger tips.
It is sweet to let the mind unbend on occasion.
Difficulties elicit talents that in more fortunate circumstances would lie dormant.
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.