Every man loves what he is good at.

I am, out of the ladies’ company, like a fish out of the water.

Hope is a very thin diet

The haste of a fool is the slowest thing in the world

Words may be false and full of art; Sighs are the natural language of the heart.

No man is happy but by comparison.

And wit’s the noblest frailty of the mind.

Every man loves what he is good at

T would make one scratch where It does not itch, to see fools live poor to die rich

Hope is a very thin diet.