But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.

To be direct and honest is not safe.

Although the last, not least.

In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.

The wheel is come full circle.