How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?
For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.
Tis hard to find a whole age to imitate, or what century to propose for example.
Men have lost their reason in nothing so much as their religion, wherein stones and clouts make martyrs.
There is another man within me that's angry with me.
There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.