Medicine is a science which hath been (as we have said) more professed than laboured, and yet more laboured than advanced: the labour having been, in my judgment, rather in circle than in progression. For I find much iteration, but small addition. It considereth causes of diseases, with the occasions or impulsions; the diseases themselves, with the accidents; and the cures, with the preservation.

Men in great place are thrice servants: servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business.

Man seeketh in society comfort, use and protection.

If my people look as if they're in a dreadful fix, it's because I can't get them out of a technical dilemma.

Nothing opens the heart like a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes...and whatever lies upon the heart.

Such is the way of all superstition, whether in astrology, dreams, omens, divine judgments, or the like; wherein men, having a delight in such vanities, mark the events where they are fulfilled, but where they fail, though this happen much oftener.

There is no vice that doth so cover a man with shame as to be found false and perfidious.