There is another man within me that's angry with me.
As sins proceed they ever multiply, and like figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that wert before it.
As reason is a rebel to faith, so passion is a rebel to reason.
Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.
I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.
It is we that are blind, not fortune; because our eye is too dim to discern the mystery of her effects, we foolishly paint her blind, and hoodwink the providence of the Almighty.