[ Confession to Parliament of his being guilty of corruption as Lord Chancellor :] I beseech your Lordships, be merciful unto a broken reed.

A crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

A dance is a measured pace, as a verse is a measured speech.

A little philosophy inclineth man’s mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men’s minds about to religion.

A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green.

A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure.