Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

Not because they were servants were we so reserved, for many noble persons are forced to serve through necessity, but by reason the vulgar sort of servants are as ill bred as meanly born, giving children ill examples and worse counsel.

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.

Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

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

For disorder obstructs: besides, it doth disgust life, distract the appetities, and yield no true relish to the senses.

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.