“Were floods of tears to be unloosed In tribute to my grief, The doves of Noah ne'er had roost Nor found an olive-leaf.”

“Prudence must not be expected from a man who is never sober.[Lat., Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio postulanda prudentia.]”

“There is nothing proper about what you are doing, soldier, but do try to kill me properly.”

“No sober person dances.”

“A thankful heart is the greatest virtue.”

“For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!”

“They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.”

“The good rain, like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.”