Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.
Cowardly dogs bark loudest.
All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.