Doing good is the only certainly happy action of a man's life.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
Thinking nurseth thinking.
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.
Blasphemous words betray the vain foolishness of the speaker.
In shame there is no comfort but to be beyond all bounds of shame.