Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock. |
The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much. |
You are no better than you should be. |
Bad's the best of us. |
Kiss till the cow comes home. |
Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven. |
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy. |
But what is past my help is past my care. |
It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it. |
There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees. |
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep. Topics: Death |
Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme. |
Interest makes some people blind, and others quick-sighted. |