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

The truth is, we [women] live like bats, or owls, labor like beasts, and die like worms.

Indeed I did not stand as a beggar at the Parliament door, for I never was at the Parliament-House, nor stood I ever at the door as I do know or can remember; not as a petitioner I am sure.

My other brother, the Lord Lucas, who was Heir to my Fathers Estate, and as it were the Father to take care of us all, is not less Valiant than they were, although his skill in the Discipline of War was not so much, being not bred therein.

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

Pain and Oblivion make mankind afraid to die; but all creatures are afraid of the one, none but mankind afraid of the other.

For Pleasure, Delight, Peace and Felicity live in method and temperance.