“Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.”

Language most shows a man, speak that I may see thee.

There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting.

Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the felon where his treasure lies?

Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.

Cut Men’s throats with whisperings.

In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.

Very few men are wise by their own council, or learned by their own teaching. For he that was only taught by himself, had a fool for a master.

It is an art to have so much judgment as to apparel a lie well, to give it a good dressing.

He who is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.

All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.

If you succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot, beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again; turn it new.

In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.

The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.

He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.

Where it concerns himself, Who’s angry at a slander, makes it true.