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.

A churlish courtesy rarely comes but either for gain or falsehood.

Many delight more in giving of presents than in paying their debts.

Who will adhere to him that abandons himself?

What doth better become wisdom than to discern what is worthy the living.

In the clear mind of virtue treason can find no hiding-place.

Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.