No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.

Let the end try the man.

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.