For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.

When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.