Though Gods attributes are equal, yet his mercy is more attractive and pleasing in our eyes than his justice.
Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.
The guts carry the feet, not the feet the guts.
The eating. By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece.
To be good to the vile is to throw water into the sea.
Tis a dainty thing to command, though 'twere but a flock of sheep.