Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?