Time, as a river, hath brought down to us what is more light and superficial, while things more solid and substantial have been immersed.

Justice is but the distributing to everything according to the requirements of its nature.

Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

The precipitancy of disputation, and the stir and noise of passions that usually attend it, must needs be prejudicial to verity.

To converse at the distance of the Indes by means of sympathetic contrivances may be as natural to future times as to us is a literary correspondence.

There is nothing in words and styles out suitableness that makes them acceptable and effective.

We have a mistaken notion of antiquity, calling that so which in truth is the world's nonage.