"Like hearts of oak."

Works. Prologue to the Fifth Book.

"You shall never want rope enough."

Works. Prologue to the Fifth Book.

"Looking as like . . . as one pea does like another."

Works. Book v. Chapter ii.

"Nothing is so dear and precious as time."

Works. Book v. Chapter v.

"It is meat, drink, and cloth to us."

Works. Book v. Chapter vii.

"And so on to the end of the chapter."

Works. Book v. Chapter x.

"What is got over the Devil's back is spent under the belly."

Works. Book v. Chapter xi.

"We have here other fish to fry."

Works. Book v. Chapter xii.

"What cannot be cured must be endured."

Works. Book v. Chapter xv.

"Thought I to myself, we shall never come off scot-free."

Works. Book v. Chapter xv.

"It is enough to fright you out of your seven senses."

Works. Book v. Chapter xv.

"Necessity has no law."

Works. Book v. Chapter xv.

"Panurge had no sooner heard this, but he was upon the high-rope."

Works. Book v. Chapter xviii.

"We saw a knot of others, about a baker's dozen."

Works. Book v. Chapter xxii.

"Others made a virtue of necessity."

Works. Book v. Chapter xxii.

"Spare your breath to cool your porridge."

Works. Book v. Chapter xxviii.

"I believe he would make three bites of a cherry."

Works. Book v. Chapter xxviii.

"Man in sooth is a marvellous, vain, fickle, and unstable subject."

Book i. Chap. i. That Men by various Ways arrive at the same End.

"All passions that suffer themselves to be relished and digested are but moderate."

Book i. Chap. ii. Of Sorrow.

"It is not without good reason said, that he who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying."

Book i. Chap. ix. Of Liars.

"He who should teach men to die would at the same time teach them to live."

Book i. Chap. xviii. That Men are not to judge of our Happiness till after Death.

"The laws of conscience, which we pretend to be derived from nature, proceed from custom."

Book i. Chap. xxii. Of Custom.

"Accustom him to everything, that he may not be a Sir Paris, a carpet-knight, but a sinewy, hardy, and vigorous young man."

Book i. Chap. xxv. Of the Education of Children.

"We were halves throughout, and to that degree that methinks by outliving him I defraud him of his part."

Book i. Chap. xxvii. Of Friendship.

"There are some defeats more triumphant than victories."

Book i. Chap. xxx. Of Cannibals.

"Nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know."

Book i. Chap. xxxi. Of Divine Ordinances.

"A wise man never loses anything, if he has himself."

Book i. Chap. xxxviii. Of Solitude.

"Even opinion is of force enough to make itself to be espoused at the expense of life."

Book i. Chap. xl. Of Good and Evil.

"Plato says, "'T is to no purpose for a sober man to knock at the door of the Muses;" and Aristotle says "that no excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of folly.""

Book ii. Chap. ii. Of Drunkenness.

"For a desperate disease a desperate cure."

Book ii. Chap. iii. The Custom of the Isle of Cea.

"And not to serve for a table-talk."

Book ii. Chap. iii. The Custom of the Isle of Cea.

"To which we may add this other Aristotelian consideration, that he who confers a benefit on any one loves him better than he is beloved by him again."

Book ii. Chap. viii. Of the Affection of Fathers.

"The middle sort of historians (of which the most part are) spoil all; they will chew our meat for us."

Book ii. Chap. x. Of Books.

"The only good histories are those that have been written by the persons themselves who commanded in the affairs whereof they write."

Book ii. Chap. x. Of Books.

"She [virtue] requires a rough and stormy passage; she will have either outward difficulties to wrestle with, . . . or internal difficulties."

Book ii. Chap. xi. Of Cruelty.

"There is, nevertheless, a certain respect and a general duty of humanity that ties us, not only to beasts that have life and sense, but even to trees and plants."

Book ii. Chap. xi. Of Cruelty.

"Some impose upon the world that they believe that which they do not; others, more in number, make themselves believe that they believe, not being able to penetrate into what it is to believe."

Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.

"When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?"

Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.

"'T is one and the same Nature that rolls on her course, and whoever has sufficiently considered the present state of things might certainly conclude as to both the future and the past."

Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.

"The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould. . . . The same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbour causes a war betwixt princes."

Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.

"Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm, and yet he will be making gods by dozens."

Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.

"Why may not a goose say thus: "All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon, the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me; I have such an advantage by the winds and such by the waters; there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me. I am the darling of Nature! Is it not man that keeps and serves me?""

Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.

"Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form."

Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.

"He that I am reading seems always to have the most force."

Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.

"Apollo said that every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the place where he chanced to be."

Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.

"How many worthy men have we seen survive their own reputation!"

Book ii. Chap. xvi. Of Glory.

"The mariner of old said to Neptune in a great tempest, "O God! thou mayest save me if thou wilt, and if thou wilt thou mayest destroy me; but whether or no, I will steer my rudder true.""

Book ii. Chap. xvi. Of Glory.

"One may be humble out of pride."

Book ii. Chap. xvii. Of Presumption.

"I find that the best virtue I have has in it some tincture of vice."

Book ii. Chap. xx. That we taste nothing pure.

"Saying is one thing, doing another."

Book ii. Chap. xxxi. Of Anger.