The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
Luck is the residue of design.
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
To live a life half dead, a living death.