It is as great a spite to be praised in the wrong place, and by a wrong person, as can be done to a noble nature.

Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink

Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.

Language most shows a man, speak that I may see thee.

Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.

Your highest female grace is silence.

Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.