See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.

All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

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