Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.

Every man is the son of his own works.

Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.

Whom God loves, his house is sweet to him.

He had a face like a blessing.

Thou camest out of thy mother's belly without government, thou hast liv'd hitherto without government, and thou mayst be carried to thy long home without government, when it shall please the Lord. How many people in this world live without government, yet do well enough, and are well look'd upon?

The absent feel and fear every ill.