Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.

He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.

Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.

Fear to do base, unworthy things is valor; if they be one to us, to suffer them is valor too.

Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.

Nothing is a courtesy unless it be meant us, and that friendly and lovingly. We owe no thanks to rivers that they carry our boats, or winds that they be favoring and fill our sails, or meats that they be nourishing; for these are what they are necessarily. Horses carry us, trees shade us; but they know it not.

Hell itself must yield to industry.