Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

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.

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

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.

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

Indeed I had not much wit, yet I was not an idiot - my wit was according to my years.

And though I might have learnt more wit and advanced my understanding by living in a Court, yet being dull, fearful and bashful, I neither heeded what was said or practised, but just what belonged to my loyal duty and my own honest reputation.