A fox should not be of the jury at a goose's trial

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.

Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.

Anger is one of the sinews of the soul; he that wants it hath a maimed mind

Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing.

Though blood be the best sauce for victory, yet must it not be more than the meat.

Thus, as it is always darkest just before the day dawneth, so God useth to visit His servants with greatest afflictions when he intendeth their speedy advancement.