The greatest provocations of lust are from our apparel.
Worldly wealth is the Devil’s bait; and those whose minds feed upon riches recede, in general, from real happiness, in proportion as their stores increase, as the moon, when she is fullest, is farthest from the sun.
They are proud in their humility, proud that they are not proud.
One was never married, and that’s his hell; another is, and that’s his plague.
No happiness is like unto it, no love so great as that of man and wife, no such comfort as a sweet wife.
Hope and patience are two sovereign remedies for all, the surest reposals, the softest cushions to lean on in adversity.
Ambition, a proud covetousness, or a dry thirst of honour, a great torture of the mind, composed of envy, pride, and covetousness, a gallant madness, one defines it a pleasant poison.
Like dogs in a chain, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a wheel, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
The fear of death is worse than death.
Every other sin hath some pleasure annexed to it, or will admit of an excuse: envy alone wants both.