Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!

A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much

Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.

Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.

No author ever spar'd a brother.

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?