I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance,/ They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance.

Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending; a negligent youth is usually attended by an ignorant middle age, and both by an empty old age.

I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.

Some laborers have hard hands, and old sinners have brawny consciences.

If ever wife was happy in a man, compare with me, ye women if you can.

Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.

A prosperous state makes a secure Christian, but adversity makes him Consider.