The first draught serveth for health, the second for pleasure, the third for shame, the fourth for madness.

A wandering minstrel I A thing of shreds and patches Of ballads, songs and snatches And dreamy lullaby!

Give my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

Historians desiring to write the actions of men, ought to set down the simple truth, and not say anything for love or hatred; also to choose such an opportunity for writing as it may be lawful to think what they will, and write what they think, which is a rare happiness of the time.

Talking much is a sign of vanity, for the one who is lavish with words is cheap in deeds.

'Tis a sharp medicine, but it will cure all that ails you.

The difference between a rich man and a poor man is this--the former eats when he pleases, and the latter when he can get it.