Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares.

There is no error which hath not some appearance of probability resembling truth, which, when men who study to be singular find out, straining reason, they then publish to the world matter of contention and jangling.

But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.

No one is wise or safe, but they that are honest.

I shall never be persuaded that God hath shut up all light of learning within the lantern of Aristotle's brain.

It is observed in the course of worldly things, that men's fortunes are oftener made by their tongues than by their virtues; and more men's fortunes overthrown thereby than by vices.

All histories do show, and wise politicians do hold it necessary that, for the well-governing of every Commonweal, it behoveth man to presuppose that all men are evil, and will declare themselves so to be when occasion is offered.