Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.
When debtors once have borrowed all we have to lend, they are very apt to grow shy of their creditors' company.
Custom is the law of fools.
The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.
Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.
We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.