To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.
Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period.
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.
But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.