In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.

I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave