In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.
And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
To John I owed great obligation; but John, unhappily, thought fit to publish it to all the nation: Sure John and I are more than quit.
Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
They talk most who have the least to say.
Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise.
They never taste who always drink; they always talk who never think.