No man is the wiser for his learning; it may administer matter to work in, or objects to work upon; but wit and wisdom are born with a man.

To preach long, loud, and Damnation, is the way to be cried up. We love a man that damns us, and we run after him again to save us.

We measure the excellency of other men by some excellency we conceive to be in ourselves.

Pleasure is nothing else but the intermission of pain.

The Parish makes the constable, and when the constable is made, he governs the Parish.

Twas an unhappy Division that has been made between Faith and Works; though in my Intellect I may divide them, just as in the Candle I know there is both Light and Heat. But yet, put out the Candle, and they are both gone.

Tis not seasonable to call a man traitor, that has an army at his heels.