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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.