He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.

It is always darkest just before the day dawneth.

There is a great difference between painting a face and not washing it.

Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.

He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows.

She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him.

One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience.

A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion. 2

But our captain counts the image of God—nevertheless his image—cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven.

To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.