Under the rose, since here are none but friends, To own the truth we have some private ends.

There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a talking man having nothing to say.

I cannot but conclude that the Bulk of your Natives, to be the most pernicious Race of little odious Vermin that Nature ever suffered to crawl upon the Surface of the Earth.

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.

I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.

I never knew a man come to greatness or eminence who lay abed late in the morning.

Whoever makes the fewest persons uneasy, is the best bred man in company.