Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.

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.

Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.

I had rather stand the shock of a basilisk than the fury of a merciless pen.

Therefore for Spirits, I am so far from denying their existence that I could easily believe, that not only whole Countries, but particular persons, have their Tutelary and Guardian Angels.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.