If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

The icy precepts of respect.

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.