There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.

Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.

Steady of heart and stout of hand.

Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.

Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.