Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?.

Virtue is persecuted by the wicked more than it is loved by the good.

Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

Delay always heeds danger.

In the night all cats are gray.

Soul of fibre and heart of oak.

Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.