Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.

In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.

Not to know at large of things remote From use, obscure and subtle, but to know That which before us lies in daily life, Is the prime wisdom.

Accuse not Nature! she hath done her part; Do thou but thine!

Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, many opinions; for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.

Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.

Peace hath her victories no less renowned than war.

Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.