A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.
In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.