The gods confound the man who first found out How to distinguish hours! Confound him, too, Who in this place set up a sun-dial, To cut and hack my days so wretchedly Into small portions.

That least pleases us which is most urged on us.

Laws are subordinate to custom.

Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt.

Little do you know what a gloriously uncertain thing law is.

Every one can remember that which has interested himself.

This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.