But married once, a man is stak'd or pown'd, and cannot graze beyond his own hedge.

I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours.

The over curious are not over wise.

My dancing days are past.

Ill news are swallow-winged, but what is good walks on crutches.

Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.

He that doth public good for multitudes, finds few are truly grateful