Tis no wonder, says one of the ancients, that chance has so great a dominion over us, since it is by chance we live.

There is no passion so much transports the sincerity of judgement as doth anger.

I walk firmer and more secure up hill than down.

What a prodigious conscience must that be that can be at quiet within itself whilst it harbors under thesame roof, with so agreeing and so calm a society, both the crime and the judge?

Oh what a valiant faculty is hope.

A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.