Little things are great to little men.

He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

That virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarce worth the sentinel.

All that philosophy can teach is to be stubborn or sullen under misfortunes.

Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?

He makes a very handsome corpse and becomes his coffin prodigiously.