Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.
Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.
I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.
No man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.