When men grow virtuous in their old age, they only make a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.

Your onions should be thoroughly boiled.

Faith, that's as well said as if I had said it myself.

The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit.

If the world had but a dozen Arbuthnots in it, I would burn my Travels.

Very few men, properly speaking, live at present, but are providing to live another time.

Brutes find out where their talents lie; A bear will not attempt to fly, A foundered horse will oft debate Before he tries a five barred gate. A dog by instinct turns aside Who sees the ditch too deep and wide, But man we find the only creature Who, led by folly, combats nature; Who, when she loudly cries-Forbear! With obstinacy fixes there; And where the genius least inclines, Absurdly bends his whole designs.