Less pains in the world a man cannot take than to bold his tongue.

Romance is a love affair in other than domestic surroundings.

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

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

The longer it possesseth a man the more he will delight in it, and the older he groweth the more he shall be subject to it; for it dulleth the spirits, and destroyeth the body as ivy doth the old tree, or as the worm that engendereth in the kernal of the nut.

Our souls, piercing through the impurity of flesh, behold the highest heaven, and thence bring knowledge to contemplate the ever-during, glory and termless joy.

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