I love those historians that are either very simple or most excellent. Such as are between both (which is the most common fashion), it is they that spoil all; they will needs chew our meat for us and take upon them a law to judge, and by consequence to square and incline the story according to their fantasy.

It is an absolute perfection and virtually divine to know how to enjoy our being rightfully.

And obstinacy is the sister of constancy, at least in vigour and stability.

And truly Philosophy is but sophisticated poetry. Whence do those ancient writers derive all their authority but from the poets?

Those that will combat use and custom by the strict rules of grammar do but jest

Human wisdom makes as ill use of her talent when she exercises it in rescinding from the number and sweetness of those pleasures that are naturally our due, as she employs it favorably and well in artificially disguising and tricking out the ills of life to alleviate the sense of them.

Rash and incessant scolding runs into custom and renders itself despised.