Poor heretics there be,Which think to establish dangerous constancy,But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true,You shall be true to them, who are false to you.

But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.

As soon as there was two there was pride.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

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

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.