To Gold And Silver Nature Hath Given

Getting Married Is Like Putting One's Hand In A Bag Containing 99 Serpents And One Eel.

Pride Measures Prosperity Not By Her Own Advantages But By The Disadvantages Of Others. She Would Not Even Wish To Be A Goddess Unless There Were Some Wretches Left Whom She Could Order About And Lord It Over, Whose Misery Would Make Her Happiness Seem All The More Extraordinary, Whose Poverty Can Be Tormented And Exacerbated By A Display Of Her Wealth. This Infernal Serpent, Pervading The Human Heart, Keeps Men From Reforming Their Lives, Holding Them Back Like A Suckfish.

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.

One Man To Live In Pleasure And Wealth, Whiles All Other Weap And Smart For It, That Is The Part Not Of A King, But Of A Jailor.

The Way To Heaven Out Of All Places Is Of Length And Distance.