Who are a little wise the best fools be.

There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.

We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse; And if no peace of chronicle we prove, We'll build in sonnet pretty rooms; As well a well wrought urne becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.