Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.
Friends are ourselves.
In heaven it is always autumn.
Though truth and falsehood be Near twins, yet truth a little elder is.
He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.