There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

There is no man alone, because every man is a Microcosm, and carries the whole world about him.

Flattery is a juggler, and no kin unto sincerity.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell within myself.

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

The religion of one seems madness unto another.

Study prophecies when they are become histories.