I envy no man that knows more than myself, but pity them that know less.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.

He is like to be mistaken who makes choice of a covetous man for a friend, or relieth upon the reed of narrow and poltroon friendship. Pitiful things are only to be found in the cottages of such breasts; but bright thoughts, clear deeds, constancy, fidelity, bounty and generous honesty are the gems of noble minds, wherein (to derogate from none) the true, heroic English gentleman hath no peer.

The noblest Digladiation is in the Theatre of ourselves.

Every Country hath its Machiavel.

Yes, even amongst wiser militants, how many wounds have been given, and credits slain, for the poor victory of an opinion, or beggarly conquest of a distinction.