Do not eat garlic or onions; for their smell will reveal that you are a peasant.

As ill-luck would have it.

If thou takest virtue for the rule of life, and valuest thyself upon acting in all things comfortably thereto, thou wilt have no cause to envy lords and princes; for blood is inherited, but virtue is common property, and may be acquired by all; it has, moreover, an intrinsic worth, which blood has not.

The ass bears the load, but not the overload.

There's no sauce in the world like hunger.

Where envy reigns virtue can't exist, and generosity doesn't go with meanness.

There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously removes or at least alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.