I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.

If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.

And die of nothing but a rage to live.