Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.

What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.