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.

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

Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.

Ever tell me of a humble heart where I see a stubborn knee.

We know there is a sun in heaven, yet we cannot see what matter it is made of, but perceive it only by the beams, light and heat. Election is a sun, the eyes of eagles cannot see it, yet we may find it in the heat of vocation, in the light of illumination, in the beams of good works.

The covetous man is like a camel with a great hunch on his back; heaven's gate must be made Higher and broader, or he will hardly get in.

Death is as near to the young as to the old; here is all the difference: death stands behind the young man's back, before the old man's face.