The worst reconciliation is better than the best divorce.

I can tell where my own shoe pinches me.

The proof is in the pudding.

Blessed be those happy ages that were strangers to the dreadful fury of these devilish instruments of artillery, whose inventor I am satisfied is now in Hell, receiving the reward of his cursed invention, which is the cause that very often a cowardly base hand takes away the life of the bravest gentleman.

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.

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

I am almost frightened out of my seven senses.