Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.

You have witchcraft in your lips

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.