A fig for partridges and quails, ye dainties I know nothing of ye; But on the highest mount in Wales Would choose in peace to drink my coffee.

I love good creditable acquaintance; I love to be the worst of the company.

Although men are accused of not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not of.

111 company is like a dog, who dirts those most whom he loves best.

Observation is an old man's memory.

Polite Conversation Why, everyone one as they like; as the good woman said when she kissed her cow.

I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world.