Blessings upon all that hate contention, and love quietnesse, and vertue, and Angling.

Affliction is a divine diet which though it be not pleasing to mankind, yet almighty God hath often imposed it as a good, thought bitter, physic, to those children whose souls are dearest to him.

He that loses his conscience has nothing left that is worth keeping. Therefore be sure you look to that, and in the next place look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to a good conscience.

This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.

Let us be thankful for health and competence, and, above all, for a quiet conscience.

And though it is most certain, that two lutes being both strung and turned to an equal pitch, and then one played upon, the other will warble a faint audible harmony in answer to the same tune: yet many will not believe there is any such thing as sympathy of souls, and I am well pleased that every reader do enjoy his own opinion.

Doubtless God Could Have Made A Better Berry, But Doubtless God Never Did