Those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art.
The person who loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.
If you can't be content with what you have received, be thankful for what you have escaped.
Let me tell you that every misery I miss is a new blessing.
This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.
If all the theories were correct, there wouldn't be a fish left in all of our lakes and rivers and streams.