The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.

There are wonders in true affection. It is a body of enigmas, mysteries, and riddles, wherein two so become one, as they both become two.

Women do most delight in revenge.

A wise man is out of the reach of fortune.

And surely, he that hath taken the true Altitude of Things, and rightly calculated the degenerate state of this Age, is not like to envy those that shall live in the next, much less three or four hundred Years hence, when no Man can comfortably imagine what Face this World will carry.

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

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