We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.
Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.
Custom is the law of fools.
The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.
Good manners and soft words have brought many a difficult thing to pass.
Tho marriage be a lottery in which there are a wondrous many blanks, yet there is one inestimable lot in which the only heaven on earth is written.