Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low.

Scoffing cometh not of wisdom.

There is no dearth of charity in the world in giving, but there is comparatively little exercised in thinking and speaking.

Weigh not so much what men assert, as what they prove. Truth is simple and naked, and needs not invention to apparel her comeliness.

Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.

In shame there is no comfort but to be beyond all bounds of shame.