It is safe to make a choice of your thoughts, scarcely ever safe to express them all.

Even private persons in due season, with discretion and temper, may reprove others, whom they observe to commit sin, or follow bad courses, out of charitable design, and with hope to reclaim them.

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.

Poetry is a kind of ingenious nonsense (Spence, Anecdotes)

Whence it is somewhat strange that any men from so mean and silly a practice should expect commendation, or that any should afford regard thereto; the which it is so far from meriting, that indeed contempt and abhorrence are due to it.

No man speaketh, or should speak, of his prince, that which he hath not weighed whether it will consist with that veneration which should be preserved inviolate to him.