Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.

There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning may be confident of no end.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

Tis hard to find a whole age to imitate, or what century to propose for example.

To make an end of all things on Earth, and our Planetical System of the World, he (God) need but put out the Sun.

If there be any among those common objects of hatred I do contemn and laugh at, it is that great enemy of reason, virtue, and religion, the multitude; that numerous piece of monstrosity, which, taken asunder, seem men, and the reasonable creatures of God, but, confused together, make but one great beast, and a monstrosity more prodigious than Hydra.

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