āFalsehoods border on truths.ā
āWere floods of tears to be unloosed In tribute to my grief, The doves of Noah ne'er had roost Nor found an olive-leaf.ā
āPrudence must not be expected from a man who is never sober.[Lat., Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio postulanda prudentia.]ā
āThere is nothing proper about what you are doing, soldier, but do try to kill me properly.ā
āNo sober person dances.ā
āA thankful heart is the greatest virtue.ā
āThings are often spoke and seldom meant.ā
āAll hoods make not monks.ā
āTwas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.ā