Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.
The soul was never put in the body to stand still.
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.
Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.