There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

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

I can hardly thinke there was any scared into Heaven; they go the surest way to Heaven who would serve God without a Hell; other Mercenaries, that crouch unto Him in feare of Hell, though they terme themselves servants, are indeed but the slaves of the Almighty.

A diamond, which is the hardest of stones, not yielding unto steel, emery or any other thing, is yet made soft by the blood of a goat.

Quotation mistakes, inadvertency, expedition, and human lapses, may make not only moles but warts in learned authors.

Every Country hath its Machiavel.

Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.