Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
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.
Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!
When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.