This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.
England is safe, if true within itself.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
There's many a man hath more hair than wit.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth
He is well paid that is well satisfied.