Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.
A companion that feasts the company with and mirth, and leaves out the sin which is usually mixed with them, he is the man; and let me tell you, good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.
The Waters are Nature's storehouse in which she locks up her wonders.
These poor rich men, we anglers pity them perfectly.
Let me tell you that every misery I miss is a new blessing.