Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown.

Modesty, tis a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.

Tis ill talking of halters in the house of a man that was hanged.

Though Gods attributes are equal, yet his mercy is more attractive and pleasing in our eyes than his justice.

The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.

Virtue is the truest nobility.

Translating from one language to another, unless it is from Greek and Latin, the queens of all languages, is like looking at Flemish tapestries from the wrong side, for although the figures are visible, they are covered by threads that obscure them, and cannot be seen with the smoothness and color of the right side.