All Nature wears one universal grin

Enough is equal to a feast.

Much may be said on both sides.

Oons, sir! do you say that I am drunk? I say, sir, that I am as sober as a judge.

Money is the fruit of evil as often as the root of it.

Oh, the roast beef of England, And old England's roast beef!

The dusky night rides down the sky, And ushers in the morn; The hounds all join in glorious cry, The huntsman winds his horn, And a-hunting we will go.