There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

So he sighed and pined and ogled,And his passion boiled and bubbled,Till he blew his silly brains out,And no more was by it troubled.

If thou hast never been a fool, be sure thou wilt never be a wise man.

A man -- I let the truth out --
Who's had almost every tooth out,
Cannot sing as once he sang,
When he was young as you are young,
When he was young and lutes were strung,
And love-lamps in the casement hung.

'Tis strange what a man may do and a woman yet think him an angel