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| He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master | | Confidence | |
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| He [Chaucer] is a perpetual fountain of good sense. | | Uncategorized | |
| He [Shakespeare] was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul . . . He was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. | | Uncategorized | |
| Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I | | Uncategorized | |
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| Honor is but an empty bubble. | | Honor | |
| I am as free as nature first made man, / Ere the base laws of servitude began, / When wild in woods the noble savage ran. | | Uncategorized | |
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| I am to be married within these three days; married past redemption. | | Uncategorized | |
| I'm a little wounded but I'm not slain; I will lay me down for to bleed awhile, Then I'll rise and fight with you again | | Uncategorized | |
| If this were the last day of your life, my friend Tell me, what do you think you would do then? Stand up to the blow, that fate has struck upon you? Make the most of all you still have coming to you? or Lay down on the ground and let the tears flow f | | Uncategorized | |
| If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn. | | Uncategorized | |
| Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. | | Habit | |
| In pious times 'ere priest craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin: When man, on many, multiply'd his kind Ere one to one was, cursedly, confined; When Nature prompted, and no law deny'd Promiscuous use of concubine and bride | | Uncategorized | |
| In pious times, ere priestcraft did begin, before polygamy was made a sin | | Uncategorized | |
| It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence. | | Uncategorized | |
| Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul. | | Jealousy | |
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| Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue. | | Uncategorized | |
