Music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses.
Ambition thinks no face so beautiful as that which looks from under a crown.
A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.
God has appointed us captains of this our bodily fort, which, without treason to that majesty, are never to be delivered over till they are demanded.
Every present occasion will catch the senses of the vain man; and with that bridle and saddle you may ride him.
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.