It was said of Euripides, that every verse was a precept; and it may be said of Shakespeare, that from his works may be collected a system of civil and economical prudence.

Once a coxcomb, always a coxcomb.

In sovereignty there are no gradations.

Sir, a man who cannot get to heaven in a green coat, will not find his way thither the sooner in a grey one.

There is a frightful interval between the seed and the timber.

Perhaps man is the only being that can properly be called idle.

You cannot give me an instance of any man who is permitted to lay out his own time contriving not to have tedious hours.