No noble man ever hated good wine.

Friends, you will notice that in this world there are many more ballocks than men. Remember this.

Few and signally blessed are those whom Jupiter has destined to be cabbage-planters. For they've always one foot on the ground andthe other not far from it. Anyone is welcome to argue about felicity and supreme happiness. But the man who plants cabbages I now positively declare to be the happiest of mortals.

Plain as a nose in a man's face.

So much is a man worth as he esteems himself.

Time, which gnaws and diminisheth all things else, augments and increaseth benefits; because a noble action of liberality, done to a man of reason, doth grow continually by his generous thinking of it and remembering it.

Never did a great man hate good wine.