Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.
It is a lively spark of nobleness to descend in most favour to one when he is lowest in affliction
Music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses.
...the poet, he nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.
Great is not great to the greater.
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.