Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.
Were there no women, men might live like gods.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise.
Age is like love, it cannot be hid.
Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.
Arguments, like children, should be like the subject that begets them.
This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.