As sins proceed they ever multiply, and like figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that wert before it.

Age doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.

Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all.

It is we that are blind, not fortune.

Let him have the key of thy heart, who hath the lock of his own.

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

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.