A wonder then it must needs be,-that there should be any Man found so stupid and forsaken of reason as to persuade himself, that this most beautiful and adorned world was or could be produced by the fortuitous concourse of atoms.

The charitable give out at the door, and God puts in at the window.

He that uses many words for explaining any subject, doth, like the cuttlefish, hide himself for the most part in his own ink.

A joy that's shared is a joy made double.

Children pick up words as pigeons peas And utter them again as God shall please.

The use of butterflies is to adorn the world and delight the eyes of men, to brighten the countryside, serving like so many golden spangles to decorate the fields.

He that cannot abide a bad market, deserves not a good one