Death, which hateth and destroyeth a man, is believed; God, which hath made him and loves him, is always deferred.

But it is hard to know them from friends, they are so obsequious and full of protestations; for a wolf resembles a dog, so doth a flatterer a friend.

Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.

In a word, we may gather out of History a policy no less wise than I eternal; by the comparison and application of other mens fore-passed miseries with our own like errours and ill-deservings.

Silence in love betrays more woe - Than words though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, may challenge double pity.

Men endure the losses that befall them by mere casualty with more patience than the damages they sustain by injustice.

Whosoever in writing a modern history shall follow the truth too near the heels it may haply strike out his teeth.