Idolatry Is In A Man's Own Thought,

In A Troubled State We Must Do As In Foul Weather Upon A River, Not Think To Cut Directly Through, For The Boat May Be Filled With Water; But Rise And Fall As The Waves Do, And Give Way As Much As We Conveniently Can.

Tis Not Seasonable To Call A Man Traitor, That Has An Army At His Heels.

A Gallant Man Is Above Ill Words.

Thou Little Thinkest What A Little Foolery Governs The World.

When Men Comfort Themselves With Philosophy, 'tis Not Because They Have Got Two Or Three Sentences, But Because They Have Digested Those Sentences, And Made Them Their Own: Philosophy Is Nothing But Discretion.