I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.
If you succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot, beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again; turn it new.
True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.
Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.