Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

Content may dwell in all stations. To be low but above contempt may be high enough to be happy.

The service of love is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life, nor is there anything that will more deject his cool'd imagination, when he shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed.

The world, which took six days to make, is likely to take us six thousand years to make out.

Oblivion is not to be hired.

Quotation mistakes, inadvertency, expedition, and human lapses, may make not only moles but warts in learned authors.

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?