Pride May Be Allowed To This Or

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.

No Man Is The Wiser For His Learning

To Preach Long, Loud, And Damnation, Is The Way To Be Cried Up. We Love A Man That Damns Us, And We Run After Him Again To Save Us.

Fine Wits Destroy Themselves With Their Own Plots, In Meddling With Great Affairs Of State.

The Hall Was The Place Where The Great Lord Used To Eat . . . He Ate Not In Private, Except In Time Of Sickness . . . Nay, The King Himself Used To Eat In The Hall, And His Lords Sat With Him, And He Understood Men.