To Love God, Which Was A Thing

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.

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.

It's A Poor Doctor Who Can't Cure One Disease Without Giving You Another.

Two Evils, Greed And Faction Are The Destruction Of All Justice.

The Most Part Of All Princes Have More Delight In Warlike Manners And Feats Of Chivalry Than In The Good Feats Of Peace.