God hath varied the inclinations of men according to the variety of actions to be performed.

Women do most delight in revenge.

Whosoever enjoys not this life, I count him but an apparition, though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh. In these moral acceptions, the way to be immortal is to die daily.

Who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?

To ruminate upon evils, to make critical notes upon injuries, and be too acute in their apprehensions, is to add unto our own tortures, to feather the arrows of our enemies, to lash ourselves with the scorpions of our foes, and to resolve to sleep no more.

Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.

Were the happiness of the next world is as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.