One of the fathers saith . . . that old men go to death, and death comes to young men.

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everybody else, and still unknown to himself.

In mathematics I can report no deficiency, except it be that men do not sufficiently understand the excellent use of Pure Mathematics.

Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.

For fountains, they are a Great Beauty and Refreshment, but Pools mar all, and make the Garden unwholesome, and full of Flies and Frogs.

Studies perfect nature and are perfected still by experience.