Such a man, truly wise, creams off Nature leaving the sour and the dregs for philosophy and reason to lap up.

There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.

The affectation of some late authors to introduce and multiply cant words is the most ruinous corruption in any language.

The sight of you is good for sore eyes.

I forget whether advice be among the lost things which Ariosto says are to be found in the moon: that and time ought to have been there.

I can discover no political evil in suffering bullies, sharpers, and rakes, to rid the world of each other by a method of their own; where the law hath not been able to find an expedient.

I love white Portugal wine better than claret, champagne, or burgundy. I have a sad vulgar appetite.