No Noble Man Ever Hated Good Wine.

There Is No Truer Cause Of Unhappiness Amongst Men Than, Where Naturally Expecting Charity And Benevolence, They Receive Harm And Vexation.

Languages Exist By Arbitrary Institutions And Conventions Among Peoples; Words, As The Dialecticians Tell Us, Do Not Signify Naturally, But At Our Pleasure.

Fate Leads The Willing, And Th' Unwilling Draws.

Time, Which Gnaws And Diminisheth All Things Else, Augments And Increaseth Benefits; Because A Noble Action Of Liberality, Done To A Man Of Reason, Doth Grow Continually By His Generous Thinking Of It And Remembering It.

The Devil Was Sick - The Devil A Monk Would Be, The Devil Was Well The Devil A Monk Was He