Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.

We see how flies, and spiders, and the like, get a sepulchre in amber, more durable than the monument and embalming of the body of any king.

It was prettily devised of Aesop: The fly sat upon the axle-tree of the chariot-wheel, and said, What a dust do I raise!

We see spiders, flies or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.

Boldness is ever blind, for it sees not dangers and inconveniences whence it is bad in council though good in execution

If you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness