It is the lot of man but once to die.

I here present thee with a hive of bees, laden some with wax, and some with honey. Fear not to approach! there are no wasps, there are no hornets here. If some wanton bee chance to buzz about thine ears, stand thy ground and hold thy hands-there's none will sting thee, if thou strike not first. If any do, she hath honey in her bag will cure thee too.

Things temporal are sweeter in the expectation, things eternal are sweeter in the fruition; the first shames thy hope, the second crowns it; it is a vain journey, whose end affords less pleasure than the way.

That friendship will not continue to the end which is begun for an end.

Read not books alone, but men, and amongst them chiefly thyself.

No labor is hard, no time is long, wherein the glory of eternity is the mark we level at.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that had no cross deserves no crown.