Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.
Cowardly dogs bark loudest.
Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.