A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich

I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.

I had a heavy heart and an ugly head, a kind of impostume in my head, which I was very desirous to be unladen of.

A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword.

All my joys to this are folly Naught so sweet as melancholy.

The Chinese say that we Europeans have one eye, they themselves two, all the world else is blinde.

They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.