He was a bold man that first eat an oyster |
He was a fiddler, and consequently a rogue. |
How is it possible to expect mankind to take advice when they will not so much as take warning? |
Human brutes, like other beasts, find snares and poison in the provision of life, and are allured by their appetites to their destruction |
I always love to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have the prayers of the church, to preserve all that travel by land, or by water. |
I have almost done with harridans, and shall soon become old enough to fall in love with girls of fourteen |
I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child, well nursed, is at a year old, a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee, or a ragout. |
I have now lost my barrier between me and death; God grant I may live to be as well prepared for it, as I confidently believe her to have been! If the way to Heaven be through piety, truth, justice and charity, she is there |
I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand |
I never knew a man come to greatness or eminence who lay abed late in the morning. |
I never saw, heard, nor read, that the clergy were beloved in any nation where Christianity was the religion of the country. Nothing can render them popular, but some degree of persecution. |
I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed |
I said there was a society of men among us, bred up from their youth in the art of proving by words multiplied for the purpose, that white is black, and black is white, according as they are paid. To this society all the rest of the people are as slaves. |
I will venture to affirm, that the three seasons wherein our corn has miscarried did no more contribute to our present misery, than one spoonful of water thrown upon a rat already drowned would contribute to his death; and that the present plentiful harvest, although it should be followed by a dozen ensuing, would no more restore us, than it would the rat aforesaid to put him near the fire, which might indeed warm his fur-coat, but never bring him back to life. |
I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing. |