āNo sober person dances.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
āA thankful heart is the greatest virtue.ā
āWhat greater or better gift can we offer the republic than to teach and instruct our youth?[Lat., Quod enim munus reiplicae afferre majus, meliusve possumus, quam si docemus atque erudimus juventutem?]ā
āSuch antics do not amount to a man.ā
āDo thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.ā
āIs there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?ā