There is a rabble among the gentry as well as the commonalty; a sort of plebeian heads whose fancy moves with the same wheel as these men?in the same level with mechanics, though their fortunes do sometimes gild their infirmities and their purses compound for their follies.

The noblest Digladiation is in the Theatre of ourselves.

Where I cannot satisfy my reason, I love to humour my fancy.

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

He who must needs have company, must needs have sometimes bad company.

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.