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

Man and wife make one fool.

Words borrowed of Antiquity do lend a kind of Majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes. For they have the authority of years, and out of their intermission do win to themselves a kind of grace-like newness. But the eldest of the present, and newest of the past Language, is the best.

Success produces confidence; confidence relaxes industry, and negligence ruins the reputation which accuracy had raised.

There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.

Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.