Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.
Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.
Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.