'T would make one scratch where It does not itch, to see fools live poor to die rich |
And wit's the noblest frailty of the mind. |
Every man loves what he is good at |
Hope is a very thin diet |
Hope is a very thin diet |
No man is happy but by comparison. |
The haste of a fool is the slowest thing in the world |
Words may be false and full of art; Sighs are the natural language of the heart. |