There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.

Honor's a thing too subtle for wisdom; if honor lie in eating, he's right honorable.

Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.

It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.

The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much. He is not rich that possesses much, but he that covets no more; and he is not poor that enjoys little, but he that wants too much.

But what is past my help is past my care.

There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.