Miracles are the swaddling-clothes of infant churches

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.

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

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

Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing.

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.