The highest point outward things can bring unto, is the contentment of the mind; with which no estate can be poor, without which all estates will be miserable.
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!
Blasphemous words betray the vain foolishness of the speaker.
Inquisitiveness is an uncomely guest.
He travels safe and not unpleasantly who is guarded by poverty and guided by love.
The many-headed multitude, whom inconstancy only doth by accident guide to well-doing! Who can set confidence there, where company takes away shame, and each may lay the fault upon his fellow?