Fair words cost nothing.

From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.

Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

Who talks much, must talk in vain.

One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.

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.

I cannot raise my worth too high; Of what vast consequence am I! "Not of the importance you suppose," Replies a Flea upon his nose; "Be humble, learn thyself to scan; Know, pride was never made for man.