Party is the madness of many, for the gain of a few.

When men grow virtuous in their old age, they only make a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.

For, as blushing will sometimes make a whore pass for a virtuous woman, so modesty may make a fool seem a man of sense.

It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow necked bottles: the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring it out.