How ready is heaven to those that pray!

Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.

Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.

For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.

As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.

Fortune, that favors fools.

I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.