An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

God send everyone their heart's desire!

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.