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

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

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.

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

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.

My other brother, the Lord Lucas, who was Heir to my Fathers Estate, and as it were the Father to take care of us all, is not less Valiant than they were, although his skill in the Discipline of War was not so much, being not bred therein.

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