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

The pencil of the Holy Ghost hath labored more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.

Certainly, it is heaven upon earth, to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in providence, and turn upon the poles of truth.

There is no vice that doth so cover a man with shame as to be found false and perfidious.

Virtue is like precious odours,-most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.

There is a cunning which we in England call "the turning of the cat" in the pan; which is, when that which a man says to another, he says it as if another had said it to him.

Such is the way of all superstition, whether in astrology, dreams, omens, divine judgments, or the like; wherein men, having a delight in such vanities, mark the events where they are fulfilled, but where they fail, though this happen much oftener.