In the performance of a good action, we not only benefit ourselves, but we confer a blessing upon others.

Anger, the Stoics said, was a short madness.

Since bodily strength is but a servant to the mind, it were very barbarous and preposterous that force should be made judge over reason.

As the fertilest ground, must be manured, so must the highest flying wit have a Daedalus to guide him.

For the uttering sweetly and properly the conceit of the mind, English hath it equally with any other tongue in the world.

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low.

Friendship is made fast by interwoven benefits.