Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
Gold is worse poison to a man's soul, doing more murders in this loathsome world, than any mortal drug.
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
Thought is free.
Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
Everything that gristles is not gold.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wished for come.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;Men were deceivers ever;One foot in sea, and one on shore;To one thing constant never.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.