I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand.
If a man will observe as he walks the streets, I believe he will find the merriest countenances in mourning coaches.
Promises and pie-crust are made to be broken.
Where I am not understood, it shall be concluded that something very useful and profound is couched underneath.
I love good creditable acquaintance; I love to be the worst of the company.
Every age might perhaps produce one or two geniuses, if they were not sunk under the censure and obloquy of plodding, servile, imitating pedants.