‘The joys of parents are secret, and so are their griefs and fears: they cannot utter the one, nor they will not utter the other.’

‘And because the breath of flowers I far sweeter in the air where it comes and goes like the warbling of music than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.’

‘Some in their discourse desire rather commendation of wit, in being able to hold all arguments, than of judgment, in discerning what is true; as if it were a praise to know what be said, not what should be thought.’