Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.
Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.
Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.
Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.
One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.