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

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

He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.

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

Friends are ourselves.

Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.

Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.