All sorrows are less with bread.

All sorrows are good (or are less) with bread.

I had rather munch a crust of brown bread and an onion in a corner, without any more ado or ceremony, than feed upon turkey at another man’s table, where one is fain to sit mincing and chewing his meat an hour together, drink little, be always wiping his fingers and his chops, and never dare to cough nor sneeze, though he has never so much a mind to it, nor do a many things which a body may do freely by one’s self.

God bless the inventor of sleep, the cloak that covers all men's thoughts, the food that cures all hunger . . . the balancing weight that levels the shepherd with the king and the simple with the wise.

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections. [Sp., No todas hermosuras enamoran, que algunas alegran la vista, y no rinden la voluntad.]

Said the pot to the kettle, "Get away, blackface." [Sp., Dijo la sarten a la caldera, quitate alla ojinegra.]