A good mother is worth hundreds of schoolmasters.
The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken.
Science stands, a too competant servant, behind her wrangling underbred masters, holding out resources, devices, and remedies they are too stupid to use. ... And on its material side, a modern Utopia must needs present these gifts as taken.
Yeeres know more then bookes.
Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
A flatterers throat is an open Sepulcher.