He that will be knighted must kneel for it, and he that will enter in at the strait gate must crowd for it-a gate made so on purpose, narrow and hard in the entrance, yet, after we have entered, wide and glorious, that after our pain our joy may be the sweeter.

His father was no man's friend but his own, and he is no man's for else.

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

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.

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

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

Better a holy discord than a profane concord.