No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
I would fain die a dry death.
Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.