Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.
Gamesters and highwaymen are generally very good to their whores, but they are very devils to their wives.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.
Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.