The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.
To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.