Blasphemous words betray the vain foolishness of the speaker.
He whom passion rules, is bent to meet his death.
The general goodness, which is nourished in noble hearts makes every one think that strength of virtue to be in another whereof they find assured foundation in themselves.
Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.
Fortify courage with the true rampart of patience.
Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.