The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
When prayers are done, my Lady is ready.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.
He--the country parson--is not witty or learned or eloquent, but holy.
A Lyons skin is never cheape.
Great business turns on a little pin.