Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.

Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.

When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.

These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.

O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.

What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!