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

One may be my very good friend, and yet not of my opinion.

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

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 mother was a good mistress to her servants, taking care of them in their sicknesses, not sparing any cost she was able to bestow for their recovery.

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

But if our sex would but well consider and rationally ponder, they will perceive and find that it is neither words nor place that can advance them, but worth and merit.