Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.
Blasphemous words betray the vain foolishness of the speaker.
God has appointed us captains of this our bodily fort, which, without treason to that majesty, are never to be delivered over till they are demanded.
Fearfulness, contrary to all other vices, maketh a man think the better of another, the worse of himself.
He travels safe and not unpleasantly who is guarded by poverty and guided by love.
The judgment of the world stands upon matter of fortune.