He that calls a man ungrateful sums up all the veil that a man can be guilty of.
I shall be like that tree-I shall die at the top.
She has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his whole body.
My nose itched, and I knew I should drink wine or kiss a fool.
Who can deny that all men are violent lovers of the truth, when we see them so positive in their errors, which they will maintain out of their zeal for truth, although they contradict themselves every day of their lives.
Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.