The lowest boor may laugh on being tickled, but a man must have intelligence to be amused by wit.

Nothing is so fierce but love will soften; nothing so sharp-sighted in other matters but it will throw a mist before its eyes.

It is a way of calling a man a fool when no attention is given to what he says.

What man in his right senses, that has wherewithal to live free, would make himself a slave for superfluities? What does that man want who has enough? Or what is he the better for abundance that can never be satisfied.

The very soul of the slothful does effectually but lie drowsing in his body, and the whole man is totally given up to his senses.

Wickedness may prosper for awhile, but in the long run, he that sets all the knaves at work will pay them.

Imperfections would not be half so much taken notice of, if vanity did not make proclamation of them.