There is no man but for his own interest hath an obligation to be honest. There may be sometimes temptations to be otherwise; but, all cards cast up, he shall find it the greatest ease, the highest profit, the best pleasure, the most safety, and the noblest fame, to hold the horns of this altar, which, in all assays, can in himself protect him.

A combed writing will cost both sweat and the rubbing of the brain. And combed I wish it, not frizzled or curled.

Honesty is a warrant of far more safety than fame.

Virtue were a kind of misery if fame were all the garland that crowned her.

In business, three things are necessary: knowledge, temper, and time.

There is no belittling worse than to over praise a man.

Discontent is like ink poured into water, which fills the whole fountain full of blackness.