Thou art an heyre to fayre lying, that is nothing, if thou be disinherited of learning, for better were it to thee to inherite righteousnesse then riches, and far more seemly were if for thee to haue thy Studie full of bookes, then thy pursse full of mony.

If thy wealth waste, they wit will give but small warmth.

I thank you for nothing, because I understand nothing.

He that comes in print because he would be known, is like the fool that comes into the market because he would be seen.

Marriages are made in heaven and consummated on Earth.

The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.

The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.