Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
No flattery, boy! an honest man cannot live by it; it is a little, sneaking art, which knaves use to cajole and soften fools withal.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.