Truth hath a quiet breast.
Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies!
A table-full of welcome!
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.
Let them obey that knows not how to rule.