It is commonly a weak man who marries for love.

In Shakespeare's plays, the mourner hastening to bury his friend is all the time colliding with the reveller hastening to his wine.

Of all the grief's that harass the distressed; sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.

Never trust your tongue when your heart is bitter.

Piety is the only proper and adequate relief of decaying man. He that grows old without religions hopes, as he declines into imbecility, and feels pains and sorrows incessantly crowding upon him, falls into a gulf of bottomless misery, in which every reflection must plunge him deeper and deeper.

Madam, before you flatter a man so grossly to his face, you should consider whether or not your flattery is worth his having.

I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.