A Man that hath read without judgment, is like a Gun charged with Goose-shot, let loose upon the Company.
He is only well furnished with Materials to expose himself, and to mortify those he liveth with.
The reading of the greatest Scholars, if put into a Limbeck, might be distilled into a small quantity of Essence.
The Reading of most Men, is like a Wardrobe of old Cloaths that are seldom used.
Weak Men are the worse for the good Sense they read in Books, because it furnisheth them only with more Matter to mistake.
Of Company.
Men that cannot entertain themselves want somebody, though they care for nobody.
An impertinent Fellow is never in the right, but in his being weary of himself.
By that time Men are fit for Company, they see the Objections to it.