Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.
Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.
Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.
Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.