Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms, can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

Death, thou shalt die.

I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.

Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.