So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
Who talks much, must talk in vain.