A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich.
A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.
And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.
And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator.
Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty.
As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.
As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.
As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made of his skin when he was dead, because he thought the very noise of it would put his enemies to flight.
Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.