Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

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

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

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.

And not only my own brothers and sisters agreed so but my brothers and sisters in law; and their children, although but young, had the like agreeable natures and affectionate dispositions.

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.

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