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.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.