The middle sort of historians (of which the most part are) spoil all; they will chew our meat for us.

Long life, and short, are by death made all one; for there is no long, nor short, to things that are no more.

We call comeliness a mischance in the first respect, which belongs principally to the face.

Only the fools are certain and assured.

Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.

Women when they marry buy a cat in the bag.

Vexations may be petty, but they are vexations still.