Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!

So many horrid Ghosts.

Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

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.