Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.

I have always heard, Sancho, that doing good to base fellows is like throwing water into the sea.

Wine taken in moderation never does any harm.

Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown.

Facts are the enemy of truth.

How will he who does not know how to govern himself know how to govern others?

Let us not throw the rope after the bucket.