The births of all things are weak and tender and therefore we should have our eyes intent on beginnings.

Pride dwells in the thought; the tongue can have but a very little share in it.

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

Cowardice is the mother of cruelty.

Experience stands on its own dunghill in medicine, and reason yields it place. Medicine has always professed experience to be the touchstone of its operations.

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

A man should ever, as much as in him lieth, be ready booted to take his journey, and above all things look he have then nothing to do but with himself.