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

Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

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

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

Thoughts are like stars in the firmament; some are fixed, others like the wandering planets, others again are only like meteors. Understanding is like the Sun, which gives light to all the thoughts. Memory is like the Moon, it hath its new, its full and its wane.

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

As for our garments, my Mother did not only delight to see us neat and cleanly, fine and gay, but rich and costly: maintaining us to the heighth of her estate, but not beyond it.