In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike >>
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; >>
All are inclined to believe what they covet, from a lottery-ticket up >>
The greatest of all sins is stupidity. >>
I don't want anything I don't deserve, [but] if they offer me >>
He's a fool that makes his doctor his heir. >>
The Cardinal is at his wit's end -- it is true that he had not far to go.