There is no coming to heaven with dry eyes.

The ambitious climb high and perilous stairs, and never care how to come down; the desire of rising hath swallowed up their fear of a fall.

Will you trust your five senses above the four Gospels?

A man may be so bold of his predestination, that he forget his conversation.

Ever tell me of a humble heart where I see a stubborn knee.

He who is proud of his knowledge, has gout in the wrong end.

Ahab cast a covetous eye at Naboth's vineyard, David a lustful eye at Bathsheba. The eye is the pulse of the soul; as physicians judge of the heart by the pulse, so we by the eye; a rolling eye, a roving heart. The good eye keeps minute time, and strikes when it should; the lustful, crochet-time, and so puts all out of tune.