Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.

Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.

I myself have loved a lady and pursued her with a great deal of under-age protestation, whom some three or four gallants that have enjoyed would with all their hearts have been glad to have been rid of. 'Tis just like a summer birdcage in a garden: the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.

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

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

All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.

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