It is not sin that kills the soul, but impenitence.

It is not the bee's touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding for a time upon them, and drawing out the sweet.

I first adventure, follow me who list And be the second English satirist

What fools are we, to be besotted with the love of our own trouble, and to hate our liberty and rest!

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

Mark in what order: first, our calling; then, our election; not beginning with our election first. By our calling, arguing our election.

Heaven hath many tongues to talk of it, more eyes to behold it, but few hearts that rightly affect it.