Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.

I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof, 'tis the very disgrace and ignominy of our natures.

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

Rich with the spoils of nature.

To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history.

There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.

I can cure the gout or stone in some, sooner than Divinity, Pride, or Avarice in others.