Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

We censure others but as they disagree from that humor which we fancy laudable in ourselves, and commend others but for that wherein they seem to quadrate and consent with us.

All things began in Order, so shall they end, and so shall they begin again, according to the Ordainer of Order, and the mystical mathematicks of the City of Heaven.

The service of love is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life, nor is there anything that will more deject his cool'd imagination, when he shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed.

Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.

Every Country hath its Machiavel.