Like him in Æsop, he whipped his horses withal, and put his shoulder to the wheel. - Robert Burton

Idleness is an appendix to nobility.

Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.

Tobacco, divine, rare, superexcellent tobacco, which goes far beyond all the panaceas, potable gold, and philosopher's stones, a sovereign remedy to all diseases...but as it is commonly abused by most men, which take it as tinkers do ale, 'tis a plague, a mischief, a violent purger of goods, lands, health, hellish, devilish and damned tobacco, the ruin and overthrow of body and soul.