Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.
There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
I am a little world made cunningly.
At most, the greatest persons are but great wens, and excrescences; men of wit and delightful conversation, but as morals for ornament, except they be so incorporated into the body of the world that they contribute something to the sustentation of the whole.