Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.

Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

The soul of man was made to walk the skies.

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.