Thoughts are like stars in the firmament; some are fixed, others like the wandering planets, others again are only like meteors. Understanding is like the Sun, which gives light to all the thoughts. Memory is like the Moon, it hath its new, its full and its wane.

Not that I am ashamed of my mind or body, my birth or breeding, my actions or fortunes, for my bashfulness is in my nature, not for any crime.

As for plenty, we had not only for necessity, conveniency and decency, but for delight and pleasure to superfluity.

Some brains are barren grounds, that will not bring seed or fruit forth, unless they are well manured with the old wit which is raked from other writers and speakers.

First, they were bred when I was not capable to observe or before I was born; likewise the breeding of men is of a different manner from that of women.

Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

I think a bad husband is far worse than no husband.