Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.

Envy is a kind of praise.

When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.

In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.

Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?

Who hath not heard the rich complain Of surfeits, and corporeal pain? He barr'd from every use of wealth, Envies the ploughman's strength and health.

To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!