Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line ure hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the Art of God.

To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.

Things evidently false are not only printed, but many things of truth most falsely set forth.

I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without conjunction, or that we were any way to perpetuate the world without this trivial and vulgar way of coition; it is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life.

Since women do most delight in revenge, it may seem but feminine manhood to be vindictive.

Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.