What fools are we, to be besotted with the love of our own trouble, and to hate our liberty and rest!

I first adventure, follow me who list And be the second English satirist

For every bad there might be a worse; and when one breaks his leg let him be thankful it was not his neck.

Good prayers never come creeping home. I am sure I shall receive either what I ask, or what I should ask.

And, if I were so low that I accounted myself the worst of all, yet some would account themselves in worse case.

Virtues go ever in troops; they go so thick, that sometimes some are hid in the crowd; which yet are, but appear not.

He is a very humble man, that thinks not himself better than some others.