Friends are ourselves.

How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!

Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.

The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.

If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

Who knows his virtues name or place, hath none.