Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!
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.
Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
Take God from nature, nothing great is left.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."