He that hath ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.

Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through

Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy's tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes.