Would puzzle a convocation of casuists to resolve their degrees of consanguinity.
To give the devil his due.
Time ripens all things.
Those who play with cats must expect to be scratched.
Those two fatal words, ‘mine’ and ‘thine.’
Think before thou speakest.
They can expect nothing but their labor for the pains.
There were but two families in the world — Have-Much and Have-Little.
There is not the least thing can be said or done but people will talk and find fault.
There is no sauce in the world like hunger.
There is a time for some things, and a time for all things; a time for great things, and a time for small things.
There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.