Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.

Sin is the mother, and shame the daughter of lewdness.

It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.

Much more may a judge overweigh himself in cruelty than in clemency.

Plato found fault that the poets of his time filled the world with wrong opinions of the gods, making light tales of that unspotted essence, and therefore would not have the youth depraved with such opinions.

Vice is but a nurse of agonies.

The lightsome countenance of a friend giveth such an inward decking to the house where it lodgeth, as proudest palaces have cause to envy the gilding.