For the uttering sweetly and properly the conceit of the mind, English hath it equally with any other tongue in the world.
Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.
Remember always, that man is a creature whose reason is often darkened with error.
A churlish courtesy rarely comes but either for gain or falsehood.
There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.
Commonly they must use their feet for defense whose only weapon is their tongue.