A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.

There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting.

Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.

What excellent fools religion makes of men.

A good man will avoid the spot of any sin. The very aspersion is grievous, which makes him choose his way in his life, as he would in his journey.

Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.

The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins.