Drink moderately; for drunkenness neither keeps a secret nor observes a promise.
Diligence is the mother of good fortune.
Delay always breeds danger.
Comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?
Can we ever have too much of a good thing?
By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece.
But what man has assurance enough but to pretend to know thoroughly the riddle of a woman’s mind, and who could ever hope to fix her mutable nature?
As well look for a needle in a bottle of hay.
And thus by sleeping little, and reading much, the moisture of his brain was exhausted to that degree that at last he lost the use of his reason.
All is not gold that glisters.
After meat comes mustard; or, like money to a starving man at sea, when there are no victuals to be bought with it.
Absence, that common cure of love.
