If honor were profitable, everybody would be honorable.
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine
As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.
He travels best that knows when to return.
It's a poor doctor who can't cure one disease without giving you another.
It is naturally given to all men to esteem their own inventions best.