If pleasure was not followed by pain, who would forbear it?
Let me smile with the wise, and feed with the rich.
He left the name at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
The Irish are a fair people: They never speak well of one another.
A small country town is not the place in which one would choose to quarrel with a wife; every human being in such places is a spy.
I will take no more physick, not even my opiates; for I have prayed that I may render up my soul to God unclouded.