For I had rather die in the adventure ot noble achievements, then live in obscure and sluggish security.

My mother was a good mistress to her servants, taking care of them in their sicknesses, not sparing any cost she was able to bestow for their recovery.

who can Perswade more Powerfully than Poets?

And though my Lord hath lost his estate and been banished out of his country, yet neither despised poverty nor pinching necessity could make him break the bonds of friendship or weaken his loyal duty.

Prosperity is like perfume, it often makes the head ache.

In such misfortunes my Mother was of an heroic spirit, in suffering patiently when there was no remedy, and being industrious where she thought she could help.

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.