I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]

You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.

You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.

The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.

The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.