As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.
No man is an island unto himself.
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.