The soul was never put in the body to stand still.

Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.

I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.

A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.

That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.

Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.