"I cannot raise my worth too high; Of what vast consequence am I! " "Not of the importance you suppose, " Replies a Flea upon his nose; "Be humble, learn thyself to scan; Know, ...

"Is there no hope? " the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

A justice with grave justices shall sit; He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit.

A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd.

A man should be religious, not superstitious.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate, For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.

Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have while working.

Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.

By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.