Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

Everyone's conscience in religion is between God and themselves, and it belongs to none other.

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

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.

Indeed, I was so afraid to dishonour my friends and family by my indiscreet actions, that I rather chose to be accounted a fool, than to be thought rude or wanton.

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.

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