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

Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because they contend not about matter of fact, nor can determine their controversies by any certain witnesses, nor judges. But as long as they go towards peace, that is Truth, it is no matter which way.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

To an incompetent judge I must not lie, but I may be silent; to a competent I must answer.

How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the company.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.