Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.

Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.

Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.