There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.
The tooth-ach is more ease then to deale with ill people.
Who remove stones, bruise their fingers.
Let anger's fire be slow to burn.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
Never was a miser a brave soul.