She 's no chicken; she 's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day.

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

Strange an astrologer should die, without one wonder in the sky.

And he gave it for his opinion, "that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.

Every dog must have his day.

I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand.

When you set about your composing, it may be necessary for your ease, and better distillation of wit, to put on your worst clothes, and the worse the better; for an author, like a limbeck, will yield the better for having a rag about him: besides that, I have observed a gardener cut the outward rind of a tree (which is the surtout of it) to make it bear well; and this is a natural account of the usual poverty of poets, and is an argument why wits, of all men living, ought to be ill clad.