Pain pays the income of each precious thing.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

Let every man be master of his time.

Hardness ever of hardness is mother.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.