I follow a more easy, and, in my opinion, a wiser course, namely--to inveigh against the levity of the female sex, their fickleness, their double-dealing, their rotten promises, their broken faith, and, finally, their want of judgment in bestowing their affections.

All I know is that so long I am asleep I am rid of all fears and hopes and toils and glory, and long live the man who invented sleep, the cloak that covers all human thirst.

A good name is better than bags of gold.

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections.

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.

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

A man prepared has half fought the battle.