Epitaph on a scolding wife by her husband: Here my poor Bridget's corpse doth lie, she is at rest - and so am I!

I made the greater progress, from that clearness of head and quicker apprehension which generally attend temperance in eating and drinking.

I know not which lives more unnatural lives, obeying husbands, or commanding wives.

Life is a kind of Chess, with struggle, competition, good and ill events.

Observe all men, thyself most.

No gains without pains.

There is none deceived but he that trusts.