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.

To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.

All concord's born of contraries.

Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.

Nor use too swelling, or ill-sounded words . . . .

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.

The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.