And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit Can well direct him where to look for it. And freely men confess that this world's spent, When in the planets, and the firmament They seek so many new; then see that this Is crumbled out again to his atomies. 'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone; All just supply, and all relation: Prince, subject, Father, Son, are things forgot.

Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone.

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

Of all the commentaries on the Scriptures, good examples are the best.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

Great sorrows cannot speak.

Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.