If the sun of God's countenance shine upon me, I may well be content to be wet with the rain of affliction.

I account this body nothing but a close prison to my soul; and the earth a larger prison to my body. I may not break prison till I be loosed by death; but I will leave it, not unwillingly,when I am loosed.

Even the best things ill used become evils; and, contrarily, the worst things used well prove good.

How endless is that volume which God hath written of the world! Every creature is a letter, every day a new page.

Let others either envy or pity me; I care not, so long as I enjoy myself.

As you see in a pair of bellows, there is a forced breath without life, so in those that are puffed up with the wind of ostentation, there may be charitable words without works.

For every bad there might be a worse; and when one breaks his leg let him be thankful it was not his neck.