A short death is the sovereign good hap of human life.

There is always something new out of Africa.

Lust is an enemy to the purse, a foe to the person, a canker to the mind, a corrosive to the conscience, a weakness of the wit, a besotter of the senses, and finally, a mortal bane to all the body.

Men are most apt to believe what they least understand; and through the lust of human wit obscure things are more easily credited.

Their best and most wholesome feeding is upon one dish and no more and the same plaine and simple: for surely this hudling of many meats one upon another of divers tastes is pestiferous. But sundrie sauces are more dangerous than that.

Nulla dies sine linea - Not a day without a line.

From the end spring new beginnings.