I am more afraid of making a fault in my Latin than of the Kings of Spain, France, Scotland, the whole House of Guise, and all of their confederates.

Words are leaves, the substance consists of deeds, which are the true fruits of a good tree.

If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true prentices again, and let them be denizens.

I don't keep a dog and bark myself.

Prosperity provideth, but adversity proveth friends.

A strength to harm is perilous in the hand of an ambitious head.

I pluck up the good lissome herbs of sentences by pruning, eat them by reading, digest them by musing, and lay them up at length in the high seat of memory.