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

Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

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

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

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.

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