Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?
Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.
A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present.
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?