Woman takes her being from man, man takes his well being from woman.

The ambitious climb high and perilous stairs, and never care how to come down; the desire of rising hath swallowed up their fear of a fall.

The devil makes his Christmas-pie of lawyers' tongues and clerks' fingers.

A drunkard is the annoyance of modesty, the trouble of civility, the spoil of wealth, the distraction of reason. He is the brewer's agent, the tavern and alehouse benefactor, the beggar's companion, the constable's trouble, his wife's woe, his children's sorrow, his neighbours scoff, his own shame.

Grace comes into the soul as the morning sun into the world: there is first a dawning, then a mean light, and at last the sun in his excellent brightness.

Self-righteousness is the devil's masterpiece to make us think well of ourselves.

Satan like a fisher, baits his hook according to the appetite of the fish.