Language most shews a man: Speak, that I may see thee.
I do honour the very flea of his dog.
True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.
He threatens many that hath injured one.
A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.
Have you a stool there to be melancholy upon?
When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.